Bulbs Alive Poem by Donal Mahoney

Bulbs Alive



A doctor by day
Ralph spends his nights
ordering tulip bulbs

from Holland
beautiful and rare
to arrive in autumn

to plant and think about
for months ahead until
spring arrives and the

tulips become a rainbow
beautiful in his garden.
Ralph talks about tulips

at the office every day
where he pulls small bulbs
from the gardens of patients.

Unlike his tulips
those bulbs don't grow,
never become a rainbow.

Saturday, November 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abortion,doctors
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