Aric Beers


A Dozen Paper Roses


Folding and cutting as I try to make
Things that won't die, wither, or break
Pressing and shaping as I try to create
Some grand and something great
I don't want a gift that'll fail to last
Don't want a gift that'll sink into the past
I want to give her something that stays awhile
That she can look at and find a smile
Something made by my own hands
Even if it's held by tape and rubberbands
I don't want to give a simple flower
Son't want something that has no power
I want to give something that says it all
Something that stands proud and tall
Not in height but in what it means
Something that stands as a flower droops and leans
Even when a simple flower closes
I want her to be proud of these paper roses

Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013
Edited: Sunday, September 29, 2013

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