When I was but a child,
I wore a shirt of yellow flowers—
it was so beautiful.
I held it in my hands for a long time
before draping each of my arms
through its sleeves~~~slender shoots.
I buttoned each circular sphere
that very flower blossoming open
with so much wonder…
I could not wait to get to school
so as to ‘show~off’ this
dazzling cloth which my tiny tent
of a being adorned.
When I arrived at school
I was alive, unfolding…
the yellow flowers seemed to shine
from inside my heart.
I rushed to share this bouquet with
my friends, but as I approached—
yes, from a distance
they began to laugh.
I could not imagine what they were
chuckling at~~~it couldn’t be me—
As I entered the circle,
my joy suddenly shattered—
My friends began to mock, make fun of
my beautiful yellow flowered shirt.
I allowed them to pluck away
the gift of every petal…
the tiny thorns in the stems, not even
visible, pierced my fragile heart.
No one saw the tears that
blanketed my pillow that night as
I clutched the shirt in my arms.
So long I tried to pretend I did not
see the beauty of the yellow flowers…
I tried to ‘fit’ in. I tried being
someone I was not…it felt like prison.
Then one day, walking alone,
the tears from so long ago slipped
beyond my cheeks and fell to the
ground. I looked ‘down’ and realized
just how alone I was NOT~~~
Bursting from the earth,
tiny yellow flowers~~~
covered the damp ground
and began to reflect their beauty
upon my soul.