The Bloom

Here is today's poem.  This is dedicated to my mother, who taught me this great truth, and to Andrew, who continues to help me live it.

The Bloom 

It is said that a flower’s importance

Lies in the fact that she is completely useless.

 

She cannot serve to clean the pot

Or take out the mark of a coffee stained spot.

She only sits and basks

With her head to the sky and her feet in a flask.

 

She cannot bring you good advice

Or scare away your kitchen mice.

She can only embrace her beauty

And be…

 

Yes her only purpose is to exist

In lovely layers no bigger than a fist.

But it is this that makes her necessary

For she teaches us what is truly arbitrary.

 

Sometimes it is most important to be

Not to achieve, gain, speak, or even see.

We must always drink up living

And remember our lives are beauty giving.