A Poem

Years ago I wrote a poem that got published and someone requested that I post it here. It was written when the girls were little (ages 6, 4 and 2) and was meant for all three of them, but since then Tiffany and Rochelle's eyes have changed from blue to hazel/green. Go figure. Anyway, I miss those days.
Here it is:

The Wild Flower

Wild blonde hair

Vibrant blue eyes

A hesitant smile on her grubby face.

In her outstretched hand she holds some uprooted wild flowers.

"Mommy, these are for you."

I love you is written all over her as she awaits a reply.

It's just a bunch of weeds to the inexperienced eye

But to her mother it is a most exquisite bouquet of roses,

A gift from an ardent admirer.

As the child waits, the mother stops her task and smiles.

She takes the humble gift,

Together they place them in a vase to sit in the window,

For mother knows that long after the flowers have wilted and gone

The memories of a precious love go on and on.

~Vickie Anders

Best Poems of 1995

The National Library of Poetry