Lily of the Valley

 

Photo of Julie Newmar

“The earth is sliced into furrows that seeds may burst with life; even thus with our wounds.”

 ~Henry Stanley Haskins

 

She waves her petals like a scarf

with a graceful strength.

Enduring the heat,

she rides the wind and storm.

She will make it through the seasons.

Grow despite the desert she faces.

For strength is not always the might of steel.

Sometimes it is soft like a flower

or quiet like a bird in flight.

My grandmother was a hardy flower,

and the fragrance of her legacy can still be found.

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