Most Beautiful Flower.

Hi Everyone ~~ Nice to be back with you again and I want to thank you for the comments. I hope to catch up with you all over the next couple of days. My son rang after work, and inquired what I needed “my son” to get for me !! Well he got most of what I couldn’t get myself. I have a Brita filter on my kitchen tap and so far have not found the appropriate refill for it. I have had lots before, and it makes the water much nicer than the town water. One of us will find them !!

John also got me a couple of Cherry Tomato seedlings, and some capsicums. (Bell Peppers) I planted 2 punnets of pansies this morning, which is not easy for me. They look fine, so far.

The article tonight is “The Most Beautiful Flower.”

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 it’s petals all worn – not enough rain, or too little light,

Wantng him to take his dead flower and go off and 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 mid-air 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 in 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’s 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.

Author - - Cheryl Costello-Forshey.

Beautful poem Cheryl.

Now a joke or two - - -

Obsession

A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children...

"You all have obsessions," he observed.

To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating.

You've even named your daughter Candy."

He turned to the second Mom, Ann, "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny."

He turns to the third Mom, Joyce, "Your obsession is alcohol.

This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."

At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy,

gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers.

"Come on, Dick, we're leaving."