Road-side flowers
Small specks of colour Dotting lonely, winding roads. They’re Her gift to Her Brother, Who wanders these highways. “Thank you” notes for all He’s Done for Her over the Ages. She picks bright colours, Knowing they’ll grab His attention The next time He passes through. She kisses each flower, Giving them the strength to grow Along rocky barren road-sides.
He does see them. They’re there on the edges of every road. Her little “thank you” notes brighten his day. The road is not always friendly, And sometimes it is lonely. The splashes of colour against greenish-grey Tell Him that He is loved, and never alone. Some he stops to pick, Wreathing them in His hair. More He picks to give to His charges— Those whom He delivers to His Sister’s care.
When She greets His charges, She sees the flowers She made Him And smiles, knowing He got Her message. When it is time for Spring to return, She hugs Her beloved Brother, And together, They wander on the roads.
