by Christie Grahame
The flower that bloomed
Within my heart;
Came from no mav’rick
Seedling upstart.
But from a cutting sharp as a dart
Targetted to pierce
And love impart.
Straight as the arrow
The cutting flew;
Quick as the lightning
Rooted it grew
Blossomed and seeded
Welding we two
In union so binding
Priv’leged to few.
For fifty-nine years
Welding had grown,
Strong as the seedlings
Loving re-sewn,
Now with the parting
Left on my own;
Till one day we’re meeting
Somewhere unkown.
Christie Grahame‘s poems can be read in Poems of Love & Loss by Christie Grahame
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