They said to her,
“Patience,
For you will blossom and bloom
Ever more beautiful than
Every bulb before you.”
And they showered her with water and words
And they did not see her drown.
And so from that soil a new flower bloomed
And they said to her,
“We will not wait for you.
For the rest of the garden has blossomed
And you grow where beauty once grew.
And you will learn to be beautiful too.”
And the flower did as she was told
And grew divine as she was delicate,
Fine as she was frail.
And they cut her at the stem.
And so from that soil a new flower bloomed.
“Patience,”
They said to her.
“Patience.”
Ben Sherwood, ’26