Monday, November 9, 2020
A Fore Sought Day
A piece of cotton cloth,
With prints of uncountable roses,
I don't know why but I bought it.
I never knew what to do with it,
Perhaps I was enchanted by its splendor,
And at my lonely home I brought it.
I knew I can't get it stitched in a gent's shirt,
A piece of beauty soft and silky,
I put it somewhere and forgot it.
When a pink bud sprung in the yards,
It grew a little and became a rose bud,
No idea how but a woman thought it.
On the first birthday of my first daughter,
When I saw the child in a lovely suit,
I realized this was the day, I fore sought it.
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty