Flower Pink

Pink flower
tucked in her golden hair
picture of innocence
this child of laughter
who delights where
‘er she goes.

Years later, wrinkled and old
she recalls that flower fair
and wonders where went
that child with golden hair
so full of laughter
now full of remorse
sitting alone
in her dining room.

How often people
look back when life
was full of
promise and wonder.
What went wrong
dreams unrealized
shattered
not understanding
that our lives develop
one choice at a time
making choices
without love, compassion
willingness to obey
that sweet voice within
that guides us to the
sacred way.

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