I Wonder How The Rose Must Feel Poem by O.S. Brooks

Each year... I marveled at how tall she had grown
like a flower, sun soaked with a smile
Seemed as if she was reaching toward the heavens
she had an angelic essence in her walk
From school, she drifted away like seeds from a dandelion
Friends, emotions, and popularity begot her
And I grew old watching her learn to craft her own life out of the scraps I could give her
watched her create magic
as little girls do with their time

Out in the field she danced as if the world were her stage
I watched as if time had slowed the wind against the soft grasses just for her encore
She was the most beautiful flower in the meadow
I wonder how the rose must feel
To be out shined in beauty, virtue, and grace
By some one who learned to laugh so strong
Get her way with a sad expression
And melt my heart like chocolate in the sun