Buttercups And Such Poem by Esther McCallister

Buttercups and Such

I am not a Lion, I so hate to roar.
I am a flower treat me not so sore.
My frame is slender, my heart at times finds hard to beat.
My fragile soul it is so weak
Don't think me ill or ignorant because I am meek.
I am a flower my stalk is light and thin
My petals translucent filaments of sin
To your mercy I am consigned
Consider this my plight should you upon my petals light.
I am not a Lion, I so hate to roar.
I am a flower who longs to be caressed by gentle gails and nothing more.
So when upon my petals you might light
Trifle not it is that which makes you such a boor
I am a flower, designed by God beautiful yet poor.