Flower
A Poem by Jilly
FLOWER
I WAS BORN TO BALANCE ON A FLOWER
SWING ON A STEM WITH CHALK ON MY HANDS
TWIRL LIKE A DANDYLION FLYING THROUGH THE SOFT AIR
THAT COOLS YOU DOWN ON A HOT DAY
FALLING INTO A PIT OF BLUE FOAM THAT CUSHIONS THE BLOW THAT COULD BE FATAL
I WAS BORN TO WALK ON A STRING WHILE HANGING UPSIDE DOWN
I FALL DOWN BUT KNOW THAT I’LL COME RIGHT BACK UP WITHOUT BEING HURT
I WAS BORN TO SEE A FLOWER IN PILE OF WEEDS
SEE POSSIBILITES IN SOMEONE WHO HAS LOST ALL HOPE
THE SUGAR IN ALL THE HATE AND SPICE
I WAS BORN TO BE THE ONE IN THE CROWD WHO ALWAYS CHEERS THE LOUDEST
I AM THE ONE WHO SMILES AT THE SADDEST THINGS TRYING TO FIND HOPE
THE ONE WHO WILL ALWAYS MAKE YOU LAUGH WHEN YOU NEED IT.
BY JILL
Age 13