Anil Deo Poet Acrostic

5 Roses On Mother's Day

Soon after the prayer with the workers, a debrief
The bare facts stood out: Only one of my five were left!
Only if that person had asked, I might have shared a few
Later, as in nine hours after the act, "given to ailing moms"
Eager to forgive - for I have been favored much - I said so
Nevertheless, that U asked not, confessed not, till found out

Reduces your "brotherhood" as a fellow-preacher Kenny
Obviously I know the SHUTDOWN affects purchasing roses
Surely you knew you wanted to give roses to two mothers
Everyone plans for Mothers Day, not to take other folks' roses
Showcasing your generosity by giving away what is not your's!

NOTE: I have a video of the last ROSE standing ... and I may learn how to post it from my cellphone to www.PoetrySoup.com. Meantime, you have my WORD for this being a true story about my friend, Pastor Kenny, who coveted my roses (Gorgeous Wide Whorls, I must research the exact variety we have in the Eastern Cape of South Africa).

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Anil Deo May 11, 2020 at 1:09 PM Innocent or childish irony! Thanks Michelle. Why I got upset was a young bud was left bruised and hanging ... I rescued it, put it into a glass of water, & gave it today to another neighbor, who beamed. Nothing absolutely bad (100 percent in every which way) happens in the universe ... breaking eggs minute by minute ... because someone needs omelettes!

Michelle Faulkner May 11, 2020 at 12:49 PM What a mixed message - to steal a rose in order to give it? If they had only asked, like you said... Anil Deo May 11, 2020 at 1:10 PM U are too kind: - I told him I would have given him one each for the Lady Elders, but not two each! shalom/Paz!

Jennifer Proxenos May 11, 2020 at 11:21 AM Eastern Cape - Johannesburg a mere joy ride -i love your unique way of putting a message across to us all on poetry soup, we, who are scattered around and across the globe. Well penned Anil - roses on Mothers Day, the symbol of love. This poem reminds me of a saying 'what's mine in mine and what's yours is also mine! Pastor Kenny I mean. Superb Acrostic Blessings Jennifer. Anil Deo May 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM Yes, Jen. But all losses of material stuff R opportunities to refocus on Jesus. 'Can't take 5 or 1 with me when life ends. I did not discuss who might have pinched them, when asked by neighbors, but 2 suspects I had! HOLY SPIRIT let me text Pastor K what I found after 3. Not suspecting he took them. In thoughts I sinned - may NOT have happened had he disclosed he picked em. I "lie" to myself, its about THAT principle. Eirene

Mystic Rose Rose May 11, 2020 at 6:41 AM Desperation brings out the worse and the best in us. Anil. I was looking out the window on mothers day yesterday and I saw two children show up in masks. They could not be more then 8 and 10. They had a big paper shopping bag in one hand and they nervously snatched one of our daffodils and ran away, at first I was angry and then I cried when I realized, they wanted to make mom happy. lol. Forgive, its best, xo Anil Deo May 11, 2020 at 9:02 AM Pixie, you are so cool ... helping with perspective, sharing something similar. I wondered why I was ready to forgive, but still had to stand up for a principle ... had he just owned up earlier (I would not have sinned more by suspecting at least 3 others of the "Pretty theft.") shalom in Him who knows the worst in me, & forgave me - at His costs. Luv U