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Reminders of a delicate flower

At first I want to shelter and protect

Yet without access to elements, the blossom grows faint

Unable to expand its roots and grow

Firmness rooted in soil of Mother's Earth

Boldness of color radiates hues of aura

Beckons my spirit to be entranced


If I pluck the beauty in a fit of passion

The moment savored in fading sorrow

As life withers before my eyes, his presence gone

Now a momentary hint of faded memory

If I leave him to grow untouched, uncovered

I have garnished a lifetime of recollections lived

Not remembered in vain


Sherman R. Buck

May 10, 1995