Children of the Mire (poem)

There was a flower living in a mire

Who dreamed of better things for one and all

She grew amid the anguish and desire

Another time whose sweetness they recall


Her beauty took the sting off misery

The world was better just because she’s there

That’s when poor fate would brush with destiny

She left with hope that she’d return some care


The children of the mire now left behind

Received the flower’s fare both day and night


To bask amid the sun now all resigned

Without a care about tomorrow’s light


When she came home what would the flower find

The children languishing in false delight

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The Examiner-1 18 months ago

What a lovely but sorrowful poem. I voted it up, shared and pinned it.


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