Flower

The flower will bloom,
Despite knowing that soon,
It's fragile life will end,
By a human hand.

Her Voice

I have no escape from the songs that she sings,
They haunt me by day, and they live in my dreams.
Her voice captivates me and keeps me entranced,
Though I am imprisoned, I don't feel alarmed.

I Wait for You

I lie and rest in tranquil peace,
The thought of you puts me at ease.
Removes all pain I've ever had,
Forbids my heart from being sad.

Come home and rest within my arms,
And put on all your lovely charms.
I will embrace you as you are,
My Love, you're often much too far.

Clay

The formless clay that's in my hands,
I carve and shape until it stands,
Before me, finished and complete,
A work of art- no easy feat.

New Graduate

He graduates top of his class,
And nothing will stand in his way.
His papers are marked with A plus,
His honors are here to stay.

Seven Days a Week

The seven days that fill her week,
Are full of burdens from her work.
And the monotony of it,
Brings sadness she cannot avert.

At some point she recalls her youth,
And wonders when her love was lost.
Did she dismiss it as non-truth?
Did she ignore the hefty cost?

But in her mind there is no place,
To wonder if her choice was good.
So every morning, every day.
She works as every good girl should.