Children are like flowers
Each different
And perfect in their own way.
How to decide
Which is more beautiful--
The champion rose
Lips pursed awaiting its debut
Or gangly daisy
Arms outstretched toward the sun
Each have their unique charm.
Do not compare
Flowers or children
But treasure each
For what it is
A miracle of God.

by Beth Behrens

Other poems of BETH BEHRENS (2)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.