I recall two years past another time
when my heart within my chest gave
no inkling it would fail me
as hearts are want to do
The crocus would begin to peer
above the ground in unexpected places
in the grassy areas and I would
mow around them carefully
Then smile to see their petals close
to open only when the sun’s rays
caught their lavender petals
amidst the hosta’s large leaves
They came up year after year splendid
regal, demanding to be seen
pushing aside grass, weeds, plants
‘look at me, look at me’
I looked and now how I miss them
yet how I am so like them always
determined to break forth, to go past
what my heart was capable of doing
I did steer past all the obstacles
the ones in my way, the ones not seen
microscopic bacteria running rampant
using my blood like water driven roads
All the while moving forward striving
to rise above like the tiny crocus
clinging to soil beneath the grass
pushing through all the hosta leaves
My heart did fail me but others like me
took great care that it should beat again
that I might recall a time now past and
a lesson learned from the tiny crocus
© October 2016 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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