It breaks my heart
to see any flower suffer and fade
beneath the cruel sun
and in waterless places.
I came into the world to write
small, insignificant poems
and to also say little prayers
for the fragile and fearful.
In the brief days
of my tenuous existence,
I have to smile at intersections
of triumph and loss
while attempting to make positive decisions.
Until the end,
I'm going to believe
I made some sort of purpose
in the beautiful expression of kindness.
12: 36 PM 5-24-2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem