Child

why do you ask
me to cut
a flower?
it took this vine
a month
under the sun
and rain
to make this flower?

give me the compelling
reason why should i cut
it for you, my child?

why can't we just
play with your finger
and point
where the full moon
is?

my child as early as this
i must teach you to respect
God's beautiful and
dainty creation

art is sacred
and we must make it live.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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