Title: A Blossom and its Thorns
Always crying, ever taking
My childe is nothing without me
Always whining, ever sleeping
She is hollow and empty
Watching my childe grow
Is like watching a flower bloom
She will take much care
But like a thorn she is left unaware
My childe pricks my finger
Like the flowers I care for
She causes me to bleed
Yet she shows no sign of a care
Soon my childe will wilt
If she is not properly taken care of
She must come to me in her times of need
I can help her then, but most often she will not tell
My childe is much like my flowers
As my flowers are as much like her
They are both covered in thorns
Gorgeous when they bloom
And together they share a common name, Rose
~Waiting Patiently~
(c) of Kiesha A. MaKainn of Ankh Listings
