Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.

The blossoming

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I watched her stop and stare

While mother kept walking, unaware

She jumped and grabbed

From the rooftop of a silent car

A fallen flower

She ran with that burden

T’was her school bag

And presented the dying blossom

To her mother

Just for a smile in return

And something in my heart

That had died

Was flogged to life

Ah, I wished to be a child again!

Author: parchedsouls

Diploma in Fashion Design. M.A in English Literature. Bachelor of Education. Teacher.

One thought on “The blossoming

  1. What a moving little poem. So much packed into so few lines. Thank you for publishing this.

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