You are as the warmth of the sun
As it shines upon the rose.
The seed of my life was tended well
By family and friends who cared,
But it was your light
That gave me courage,
As with the sun and the rose,
To lift high my head.
To raise from the soil of my planting
And grow.
As yet I am only a bud, still closed,
Yet not as tightly as before.
I have felt the first touch
Of Spring in my heart.
And, true as a rose, I feel the longing
To grow, to reach ever higher,
Feeling for the light of the sun in my life.
Just as the blooming of the rose continues,
So too shall the blossoming of me.
Once touched with sunlight and warmth,
The rose will seek it evermore,
So too shall I.
With each dawning,
I will search inside myself,
And reach for the part of the sun
That dwells in thoughts and memories of you.
You brought me Spring and Sunshine.
I thank you for that.
Maybe someday, you can look upon me
And see the beauty of a rose
And be proud.
-Poem by Angi Eads
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