Narcissa
It is an early spring dawning with flowers all around.
The morning dew creates a mirror on the ground.
Here, the beautiful image of a woman can be found.
The blooms smell so sweet, but she can’t hear a sound.
Narcissa, that is the wondrous female that you see.
You are so attractive upon reaching puberty.
Yes, that is the stage of physiological maturity.
Anyone can say you are the personification of beauty.
With all of your silk and lace, you are now fully grown.
Any young man in the world would want you for his own.
Knights and heroes will be crawling at your feet.
Each one of them will discover that you are sweet.
By Robert Pettit for the “Reflection” contest sponsored by
Constance LaFrance-A Rambling Poet.
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