Blossom

Oh, little little flower -

whenever will you bloom ?

I expect sometime tomorrow -

yet how can I assume ?



Oh, little little flower -

I wish to watch you grow.

Yet - this painstaking process -

is seeming oh so slow.



Oh, little little flower -

patience is not my gift.

Why do I feel this burden

to give your leaves a lift?



Oh, little little flower -

please accept my care ...

and when your bud is blossom,

I promise I’ll be there.



Oh, little little flower -

I regard you as my daughter.

Hoping I can help you

with just a bit more water.



Oh, little little flower -

perhaps you need more sun.

I would like to be your light -

but maybe I’m not the one.



Oh, little little flower -

whose roots are not so deep.

When your stem is steady,

the glory is yours to keep.



Oh, little little flower,

I am praying for the day -

when I look up at you,

and humbly - I will say:



Your color is vivid bright.

Your stem is strong and green.

The rose that you’ve become

is the best I’ve ever seen. !!