My Precious Flower

Someday when my land is more fertile And my gardener is ready to toil I shall welcome you my precious flower And nurture you in my soil Faced with responsibility and emotion Humbled by the reality of obligation I am compelled to be a coward Too afraid to make you my own I am a poor and naive flowerpot Lacking the nutrients to keep a flower I own no tool to make your bed Or gold enough to maintain your petals So, keep you away I must for now To embark on making life better Soon on a finer day you shall return Under a more suitable weather For someday, my dearest one When I am brave enough to hold you I shall love and keep you in my bosom And grow you with care to blossom By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese Lizdiamond Poetry World