The Flower Girl - a Poem
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.
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