Saturday, May 21, 2016

The two roses

The two roses

By May Kwek

I held two roses in my hand
Both red and in full bloom
Both smelled as sweet as the morning
As soft as silk from heaven’s loom

Both spoke of hopes and dreams
Of wonders and possibilities
Yet when I held them up to the sun
Some differences I could see

For one had petals bent one way
And the other did not
One had green leaves a plenty
The other didn’t have a lot

The red for one seemed bolder
The other slightly pale
As a messenger of life and dreams
Perform better it seemed one will

Yet as I held both to my chest
Could I consider the other deficient?
For God made each rose bloom
And he made each one different

Copyright © 2016 by May Kwek

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