Little Flower

by gmckitty

January 27, 2020

Little Flower

In the spring birds and bees fly around,

Everything thing is growing,

There are new things to be found,

In the spring you are surrounded by beauty,

Yet a small little flower is what you seek.

The flower has grown to be pretty,

vibrant and unique,

it has blossomed into an extraordinary new creature,

that you had never seen.

It seemed so perfect,

unlike any of the rest

for days, weeks, and months

until finally, winter put it to rest.

The chilly wind blew, and it shivered.

It slowly started to wilt away as the ice-covered the ground,

The harsh, cruel, world that had seemed so innocent

had now beaten the flower down.

Even though you still saw it as delightful,

the dark clouds had faded all of its colors.

Although you thought the flower was still lively,

all of its petals had fallen.

You loved the flower so,

but it was time to let it go.

You said goodbye as tears covered your eyes,

and left that flower alone to die.

All alone the flower became weak,

but before it could pass it left behind its seed.

The seed dropped to the ground,

and a new home for it was found.

For months it settled way down below,

first a seed,

then a stem,

as its roots began to grow.

At last, spring had come once more,

the birds and bees would fly as once before,

and as the sun melted the icy earth,

finally the seedling had been birthed.

It blossomed to be beautiful,

vibrant,

and unique

just as its mother had been one year ago.

You find the field once again,

as you remember the loss of your friend.

You go down to where she used to be,

and suddenly you see something extraordinary.

You look down to see a new flower,

it's as beautiful as it could be.

You realize it is the product of its mother,

and at last, you are at peace.

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gmckittyJan 27, 2020

Just for anyone who is curious the meaning behind the poem, here it is. I wrote this poem as an inspriational passage for the Desire to Inspire Scholarship Slam, but it has a really personal meaning to it. I find that everyone in their life goes through hard stages and at some point has to say goodbye to somethin that they love, whether that be a person, item, or place. It's simply that the time has come to move on, and there is nothing you can do to stop it, just like the person in the poem couldn't save the little flower. However, after time passes you begin to heal and move on from what you had loved into a new chapter of your life. Winter, in this poem, is a stage of grief and the process of moving on, just as the flower had when she dropped her seedling. Spring is once again when something new comes into your life that you fall in love with, and it comes as a result of you letting go things of your past, even if they might not seem related. I wrote this specifically about a relationship, romantically, that would have to end. We had had a wonderful time together and made eachother happy, but as time progressed the relationship, the flower in the poem, began to wilt and become weak. It was time to move on, and therefore I would have to say goodbye. Time had passed and later on I found happiness in my academic career and with new people I had met, although not romantically. Overall this passage to me was about how I overcame losing a great relationship in my life and that no matter how hard or sad things can be that good will come again, just as the seasons do. I hope that anyone reading this passage could feel inspiration, whether in a good or bad part of life, and know that things will be okay again, even when you fall. Hope you all enjoy the read and let me know if there is anything I can improve on in my writing.  Grace