A little differently
Than others
I see people
For who they are
Not what
I value honesty
Truth
I value love
In it's purest form
The love of a mother
To her daughter
Born not of blood
But something greater...
I sit here beside you
And I wish silently
That my children
Had grown up
With you
That I had
That I had been able
To grow with you
As my caretaker
Like one of your garden
Flowers
Loved and sheltered
But it wasn't meant to be
Instead you get me after
Life has wilted me some.
But as my master gardener
You've tended my fragile new
Growth
And let me feel the warmth
Of the sun.
I am learning
To be a good little
Flower
To show you that
I deserve your
Love
To show them all
Just how much
I've grown
With your blessing
Under your love
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