"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Saturday, September 18, 2010

a white rose sat, elegantly on her table.
she looks at the rose,
t'was faintly scented
she loved it.

it was such a simple white rose,
it may not be grand nor brightly coloured,
it may not be costly nor unobtainable,
but it was a special rose nonetheless.

a rose that tells her what she already knew,
that a child will always have a special place
in her mother's heart.