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But Honey They're Fake

Maryam observes, feels, thinks and then uses a pen. She puts her heart out on the page. She feels herself in the place of her characters.


‘Mom, I want those’


‘Yes, those’

‘Are you sure, baby?’

‘Yes, mom, aren’t they lovely’

‘But baby they are fake’

‘Does it matter, mom?’

‘Yes, it does, dear’

‘But mom I want those,

Can’t you see?

The perfect bloom,

The colors so deep,

Shinning like the moon,’

‘But baby, they’re fake,’

‘But I want them mom,’

‘Honey, what about those,

Those you planted,

One day they’ll grow,

Just as you wanted,’

‘But mommy there’s time,

For them to grow,

And I can’t wait,

For them to show,’

‘Okay dear, lemme tell you,

You see the bright colors,’

‘And the perfect bloom,’

‘Yes, the perfect bloom,

But let’s just take a whiff,

And tell me,

Can you catch the scent,

From any?’

‘Ah, it’s dust, mom,

Up in my nose,

Mom it’s itching,’

‘See, that’s the point,

Those so glittering,

Are just so dust,

That you’ve planted,

Will one day burst,

And bloom simply beautiful,

With scent so pleasant,’

‘And the colors be too,’

‘Yes, dear the colors be too,’

‘Mom, but why do they,

Grow so slow,

And these are,

Gleaming in glow,’

‘You see dear,

All glitters are not gold,

And no matter how slow,

Patience gives you the best,

Leave to God, all else,’

‘Now, I see,

Now, I learn,

There are somethings,

That you earn,

And I will too,

Through my hard work into,

Growing those in my garden,

And when it’s all done,

We will have those blooms,’

‘We sure will, soon’ :)



FlourishAnyway from USA on February 21, 2018:

I was like Frank when I read the title, but I get it now! I had an uncle who used to delight in bringing my daughter and I plastic flowers, usually taken from someone’s grave. They were fake but he was the real deal — eccentric.

Maryam Rehman (author) from Pakistan on February 20, 2018:

Thank you so much!

Well, Yes.

It was my first time writing a poem and i really tried to create an atmosphere where the child asks for something and wants it anyhow, and the mother explains to her child to be patient and wait for the right time.


Maryam Rehman (author) from Pakistan on February 20, 2018:

Thank you so much!

It was the first poem that i have written and m happy to get nice reviews over it :)

Maryam Rehman (author) from Pakistan on February 20, 2018:

Thank you so much for reading :)

Keep reading!

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on February 19, 2018:

But I sense that the child is expressing optimism. She wants the beauty now while she waits for the real plants to grow. I used to wonder how one of my neighbors always had such beautiful roses until one day I saw them blooming in the snow and realized that they were fake. Lovely poem.

CaribTales on February 19, 2018:

The conversation makes us really take notice, instead of just glancing. Very appropriate last picture. Good job!

Frank Atanacio from Shelton on February 19, 2018:

Damn when I read the title.. my mind went into the gutter... okay back on track... lovely poetry and beauty is in the eyes of the daughter.. yes?

Maryam Rehman (author) from Pakistan on February 19, 2018:

thank u so much :) keep reading

Mudayyar Ul Islam Abbasi_ Bunny on February 19, 2018:

Inspiring yaar thats really...

Loved it... Reading ia my hobby.. but aesa writer phly koi ni dekha jaan'Zzz

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