New Zealand

good news from Rose
a flower blooms in her garden
i am not sure what it is
she is in a hurry
she jumps with joy and she hangs up

a miracle, a miracle she calls me
i do not know i refuse to know

we have been unlucky here
and faithless
but we do not mind anymore

Rose is happy and that is enough
whatever it is
she deserves it

a flower blooms in her garden
and she concludes
it is God-given.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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