Thursday, March 11, 2010


by Carol Lynn Pearson
How enviously
I watched
The rose bush
Bear her bud --
Such an easy
Lovely birth.
At that moment
I wished
The sweet myth
Were true -
That I could
Pluck you
My child
From some
green vine.

But now
As you breathe
Through flesh
That was mine,
Gently in the small circle
Of my arms,
I see
The wisdom
Of investment

The easy gift
Is easy to forget.
But what is bought
With coin of pain
Is dearly kept.
Carol Lynn Pearson is a Mormon author and playwright. Read more about her here.

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