NOT CMT The Most Beautiful Flower

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> > > > The Most Beautiful Flower

> > > > By

> > > > Cheryl L.

> > > > Costello-Forshey

> > > >

> > > > The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read

> > > > Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.

> > > > Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,

> > > > For the world was intent on dragging me down.

> > > >

> > > > And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,

> > > > A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.

> > > > He stood right before me with his head tilted down

> > > > And said with great excitement, " Look what I found! "

> > > >

> > > > In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,

> > > > With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.

> > > > Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

> > > > I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

> > > >

> > > > But instead of retreating he sat next to my side

> > > > And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted

> >surprise,

> > > > " It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.

> > > > " That's why I picked it; here, it's for you. "

> > > >

> > > > The weed before me was dying or dead.

> > > > Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.

> > > > But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.

> > > > So I reached for the flower, and replied, " Just what I need. "

> > > >

> > > > But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,

> > > > He held it midair without reason or plan.

> > > > It was then that I noticed for the very first time

> > > > That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

> > > >

> > > > I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun

> > > > As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

> > > > " You're welcome, " he smiled, and then ran off to play,

> > > > Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

> > > >

> > > > I sat there and wondered how he managed to see

> > > > A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

> > > > How did he know of my self-indulged plight?

> > > > Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

> > > >

> > > > Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see

> > > > The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

> > > > And for all of those times I myself had been blind,

> > > > I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second

> >that's

> >mine.

> > > >

> > > > And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose

> > > > And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose

> > > > And smiled as I watched that young boy,

> > > > another weed in his hand

> > > > About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

> > > >

> > > > Enjoy your day......and the blessings God gives each & everyday!!!!