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This is a beautiful poem by Cheryl Costello Forshey.

The park bench was deserted

as I sat down to read,

Beneath the long, straggely branches

of an old willow tree.

Disillussioned by life with good reason to frown,

For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,

A young boy out of breath approached me all tired  from play.

He stood right before me with his head tilted down,

and said with great joy and excitement,

"Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower and what a pitiful sight,

with its petal all worn down......

not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,

I faked a smile and then shifted away,

but instead of retreating he sat next to me,

and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,

"It smells pretty and it's beautiful too, that's why I picked it; here it's for you!"

The weed before me was dying or dead,

but I knew I must take it or he might never leave.

So I reached for the flower and replied"just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flowerin my hand, he held it mid air without reason or plan,

It was then I noticed for the very first time,

that the weed toting boy could not see, he was Blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun,

As I thanked him for picking the very best one.

"You are welcome", he said and then ran off to play,

un aware of the impact he's has had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see,

A self pitiying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know about my self indulgent plight?

Perhaps, from his heart, he had been blessed with true sight,

Thro' the eyes of a blind child at last I could see,

The problem was not with the world, the problem was me.

And for all those times I myself had been blind.

I vowed to see the beauty in life and appreciate every second that's mine.

And I held the wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose,

and I smiled as I watched the little boy with another weed in his hand,

about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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