Little Flower,
So beautiful you are. I see the weeds trying to choke you out. The weeds have their blossoms but they stink. Let me pluck you up and transplant you in a field where there are no weeds. I would love to water you and watch you grow even more beautifully. Little Flower, how beautiful you are. Step into the palm of my hand and let me take you to Wonderland. Little Flower, you're so rare, so make sure you take care, and stop taking so many dares. Little Flower, beware. There are weeds everywhere. Little Flower, come with me. Let me plant you where there are trees and no weeds. Little Flower, do you hear me? Are you listening Little Flower?
Your friend
About the Creator
John M Edwards Jr
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
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Nicely done.
Your friend. My trust issues are so bad right now. So bad that I'll tell the Little Flower to not trust the friend. Or the weeds. Or the trees. The world is full of lies and everything is toxic. But I digress. Your Epistolary was beautiful!
I feel like we could calling so much of what needs to be saved on this earth " The Little Flower. " Well done. ❤️
This painted a lovely vision in my mind. It was a delight to read. :)
I found it interesting that the first half of the piece didn't rhyme, yet you didn't separate it into two stanzas kinda cool actually becomes one train of thought. The speaker insinuates himself into the life of the flower. Insinuates the rhyme with no separation - no thought that his wishes and desires for harmony of re-creating are his and not the flower's...cool piece!
The flower could represent life, needing a new start.
Ingenious work❤️😉