The Child That Waters The Rose Tree With Her Tears Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the child that waters the rose tree with her tears

is standing with her watering can at the gate

so those who come to see her in the belle epoch painting

can't know they are a century too late

to take her small hand by the shrubbery

when a small cloud comes to hide the radiant sun

to tell her do not cry oh Cinderella

a magic garden waits for little ones

for little ones who cannot understand

the reasons they are scolded out of hand

put in their Sunday frocks and given cakes at times

and other times, forsaken forsaken forsaken



mary angela douglas 25 august 2020