The Beauty of Fortitude
A two toned rose
Of white cream and red-
Bestowed,
Reflexes beauty of the truest of hearts
A wildflower found-
Of purple and yellow,
Is beloved,
Reflexing passionate strength of a surviving will
When one combines the two-
One may find a sight to behold
Of a creature with a will of such fortitude
To endure battles of small and large
And have the tenderness
As that of a brush of air- blown against one’s arm
Yet having asperity-
Like that of a sharp leaf cut to the skin-
And the strength of ten bears-
Yet be nimble and sure-footed as that of an athlete
Copyright © Paul Keenan | Year Posted 2011
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