Ella Rosy Cheeks
Her seed turned into a bud the day she was miraculously conceived,
she peeked on a cool February day during the mid-afternoon-
Pink R O S Y cheeks with such brown eyes; it was so hard to believe,
her beauty shined with day beams as her effloresce began to bloom.
days into weeks…
weeks into years…
still with R O S Y cheeks…
as I shed sweet mother tears…
During July she blossomed more than any other time I could think of,
she grew taller but still so itty-bitty in complete comparison to me-
Many thorns grew as she transformed into a young lady I dearly loved,
she found independence as she struggled in the breeze to be free.
days into weeks…
weeks into years…
still with R O S Y cheeks…
as I shed sweet mother tears…
Time had passed as she met a young man who flourished her with desire,
rain had encountered, yet it nourished their relationship and made plans-
Just about the time her father and I decided to take a break and retire,
she walked down the aisle with a dozen pink colored roses in her hands.
She held such beauty as she closed her eyes with the sun fading into twilight,
in the morn’s fresh dew she awoke with such bloom as her thriving peeked-
The floret of her essence remains a sore eye for my lovely wondrous sight,
for she’ll always be my pure embellishment with those pink R O S Y cheeks.
*Dedicated to my beautiful daughter, Ella ROSE.*
My nickname for her is Ella "Rosy Cheeks"
And in words, she blooms - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Date Written: August 23, 2016
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2016
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