| To An African Daisy |
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| Flower brought from foreign wilds; Basking upon the lowly earth You choose not to toss Your blossoms high But grace the common ground With color and glory of spectral hues. You are a beauty Even in peasant and lowly garb Bestowed by heaven With such color To make the arrogant Who dare and shout their shameless worth. Sent you have not To lure the passing bees that rob you of your nectar sweet. Yet your lasting blossoms Fade not so easily When others have wilted and work such passing day proudly you stand in. In regal colors lending beauty, to God's earth Where you lie and live your way. |
| by Amy Lim |
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| All poems posted on this site are originally written by my mother, Amparo M. Lim (A.M.L.). |
| Click and read my Mother's POETRY | Amor | An Apostrophe | Beyond | Forgetting | | Bitter Ecstacy | Changeless | Chrismas | Come Oblivion | | Czarina | Effigi | Emptiness | Footfalls | | Hunger | Infatuation | Leilani | Liberami | | Lilies of the Fields | Marissa | Mia Culpa | Nocturne | | Nostlgia | Prayer | Resolution | Stardust | Stowaway | | To Adonis | To Janus | To An African Daisy | | World Apart | Yuletide 1966 | |
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