Sunday, March 24, 2013

The Rose, A Poem

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The Rose
copyright 2013, Brandi Kennedy

My oldest daughter’s favorite flower is the rose. She loves the always-perfect form, the musky maturity of it’s perfume. Even as a child, she loves the simple beauty of the age-old classic - which is perfect, since she's such an old soul and so totally amazing. 

This kid is totally gorgeous, incredibly smart, and has a sweet heart like no other - even if it is protected by what we jokingly call "her crunchy exterior."

Like a seed planted in the ground,
She grows,
Ever more each day.

Soft as the petals of a rose,
She embodies innocence,
Even in the awkward stages of growth.

Thorny as the pointed stem,
She grows prickly
In her youth.

And yet as she leaves behind
The tiny baby bud she used to be,
She becomes something
Ever more beautiful
In the form of a young woman.

This precious girl is the firstborn of my live children, and has changed my whole world simply by existing. Through heart problems, family issues, and so much, she has been a constant source of joy in my world - even when she chooses to also be a source of challenge. She's so like me in so many ways, but also so different as she begins to embrace her sense of individuality. And I'm amazed by it ... and so proud to be the one to guide her.


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