You are like a flower,
A rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched.
You are like an owl,
Both beautiful and wise.
Or maybe you are like a ghost,
Whose spirit never dies.
You are like those blades of grass
That you can never mow,
Standing straight, tall, and proud
In a perfect little row.
You are like a heart that goes
Strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
If we didn't have you and a hand to lend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Becky, I was intrigued by your poem so I checked out 'there4me.com' just to see if it was an actual website? To my surprise - it was! Great poem plus a great web site! ! Brian