As a child she laughed so delightedly,
To watch in wonder as the big bright happy flower,
Would face the sun with the morning’s glowing light,
And face it through until the break of night.
As she grew she would sweetly smile,
As each season brought a bright new happy flower,
Once more it would be face the sun in the morning,
And still follow it through until brink of night.
As the child went through the first of life crises,
She could still find the time to smile, not quite an adult,
At the season’s flower which again would face the sun,
From the morning through until the night.
As an adult filled with life pains, wounded so oft,
She tries to smile, though tears well in her eyes,
At a new bright flower that turns to follow the sun,
From the morning until the start of night.
© W. Heron, 2008