Flowers
A poem about existential diversity and productivity
Flowers
Why are we so drawn to you?
Was it the petals
the colors
the scent?
Or was it the pistils
where fruits may grow
pulling us closer
with the prospect of food
and another day of survival!
But not all flowers bear fruit
Not all people bear children
Not all life becomes productive
Yet does it mean a life’s wasted,
And its existence unworthy?
That which didn’t give us fruit
has bloomed with all its glory
pleased us with its beauty
fed insects with its nectar.
Its dead petals
nourished the earth
where food may grow
someday, perhaps?
Don’t we all deserve to live
even if we don’t bear fruit?
Aren’t we beautiful
just being who we are?
How boring would the world be
if all flowers were the same?
Why is it so difficult
To love our human differences
the way we love a bouquet?
Oh and lovely watercolor!!!!!
Love❤️
The nuances in life bring so much. We just spent 2 days in a cancer hospital with an extremely diverse staff. What made it bearable? The staff! The flow of caring between each other. The interest in each others different lives. While 9 months of labor should not be understated, we all add to life, we all teach our youth, we all contribute to the beauty of life or the demise.
Keep those poems and stories coming. ☺️ It helps all feel seen.