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The Flower Girl - a Poem

John has been writing poetry since his school days. He was awarded the "Best Poet 2014 and 2021" Hubby Awards.

A sketch I drew called “The Flower Girl”

A sketch I drew called “The Flower Girl”

The Flower Girl

The climbing rose vine bloomed with flowers

Against the marble wall,

Poppies also raised their heads,

Standing proud and tall.

Carefully she braved the thorns,

Picking the flowers with skill,

Then placed them in her basket

Until it was quite full.

The flower girl went to every fair,

Attending without fail.

People bought the lovely roses

She always had for sale.

But, no one seemed to know her,

Her story or her name.

She'd smile and say a "thank you,"

Then she'd go quiet again.

So, everyone just called her Rose

And left her to her flowers.

They rarely delved into her past

As she sat there passing hours.

Once the flower girl was engaged

To a handsome man named Ned.

He bought a rose bush for his love

And they had planned to wed.

But suddenly, the war broke out,

And brave men called to fight.

Ned responded to the need.

The wedding must now wait.

"Remember me with every bloom,"

He kissed her on the chin,

As sadly he went off to war,

Ne'er to return again.

Rose Bush: Image by Gabriela Piwowarska from Pixabay

Rose Bush: Image by Gabriela Piwowarska from Pixabay

Her tears flowed at the awful news,

Ned was never coming home.

She had no other family,

So faced her grief alone.

All she had for comfort

In her state of sad repose

Was that parting gift from Ned,

The little climbing rose.

So, every day she watered it

And pruned and shaped the stem,

Hoping for the day it bloomed.

In flowers, she'd see her Ned.

Her dedication soon paid off,

The first rose bud appeared.

It looked to her, just like sweet Ned,

And she wiped away a tear.

More buds quickly turned to flowers,

And roses climbed the wall.

She picked as many as she could,

But couldn't use them all.

She'd had little money to survive

And get by day to day,

But with his thoughtful parting gift,

Her Love had found a way.

So, to the fairs and markets

With her roses, she would go,

But, the mystery flower girl's story,

No one would ever know.

© 2019 John Hansen