When I was a little girl I’d spend hours upon hours playing and imagining in my Grandma’s garden. Recently I came across a photo of myself playing in her garden, and it inspired me to write this poem.
Flower Child
Amidst hydrangeas
One blossom tucked behind her ear
Bunches bundled
Clutched by her palms
She stands strong
Woodsy and Wild
Perfect for a flower child
Grandma’s garden,
She says, “I beg you ponder?
This is a garden?
Oh no, we are in the magical forest!
I’m no ordinary girl, I’m a princess.
And these flowers hold special powers.”
Purple fragrance
Dispels imagination
Fueling impartation
Taking her to another land
Far, Far Away
Where she can romp and play
Accompanying her royal highness
Nut-brown fuzzy fur cocker
“Ruddy”
Gallantly scooters
Nose to the air
Scoping the empire
Guarding against evil’s desire
Birds chant
Mantras
Enchanting spells
Dropping wings
Landing, Splashing
Water falls
Sun dancing on her face
Holding light
Twirling ensues
Pure delight
Another place
Held deeply
Amidst hydrangeas
Woodsy and Wild
Perfect for a flower child,
But I am a princess.
Anna Smith is Co-Founder and Executive Director of Restore One, where she works diligently on their chief project, The Anchor House. The Anchor House will be the first shelter in the nation designed to meet the needs of sex trafficked and sexually exploited American boys. Anna has a resilient passion to see sex trafficking victims experience true healing and restoration. In her spare time, Anna enjoys biking with her husband Chris, reading, cooking, throwing pottery, running and yoga. Learn more about Restore One here.
Thank you, Anna for the wonder and imagination of your flower child. Your poem brought back memories of the flower child in me. Blessings to you, my friend.
Thanks Mary Jane, yea those flower child days were a glimpse of joy to my soul too