Reflections of Flower

A small figure stands
brave and strong
silently surveying
her Kalahari home

Choices for all
her family comes first
decisions come hard
for better or worse

A pillar of strength
a true Iron Lady
weaving a fabric
of what she was made of

Protecting her pups
unselfishly giving
her family thrives on
her legacy living

A noble Queen
a resilient rose
she guided a dream
her heritage grows

A mother and leader
of unparalleled power
a selfless sacrifice
in her final hour

Her spirit has lifted
to Heaven she's gone
but her memory still rises
with each breaking dawn.

This is from my heart. She has touched me in a way words can't truly express. It took the death of one little furry 12" animal for me to look inside myself & reflect on my humanity. Flower's death gave me the courage to look in the mirror & really reflect on life as a whole. We often lose site of the small things in life. The small things that ultimately paint the whole picture in the tapestry of our lives. It's the small things going unnoticed that weave the fabric of who we are. Each individual act is a piece forgotten until we can't finish the puzzle. We are all, indeed Flowers, each growing & blossoming in our own unique ways. We should take the time to reflect on where we've been, what we've done, embrace our won legacies and say "I may be but one rose but look at the garden I've grown"! This is what knowing Flower, if only for the briefest time, has brought to my life! Hail Queen Flower, ever present, always growing, etching her life with seeds of sowing.

Brenda, Wantagh, NY

This was so beautiful. Your words touched my heart.

Thanks, chris969. Still missing her so...

Hello pinkbuni, that was beautiful. I know I feel like a better person for knowing our Flower!

Missing Our Kalahari Rose

THE ROSE
(Bette Midler)

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed.

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed,
That with the sun's love, in the spring
Becomes the rose.

(Rest in peace, sweet Rose)

Thank you mozartfav for adding that. Will the pain ever ease? I keep re-watching the end..the tribute part and I sob every time....will the pain & emptiness ever cease? Rest In Peace our lovely Desert Rose, Queen Flower...*sigh*

Thank you mozartfav for adding that. Will the pain & emptiness ever cease or ease.... I miss her so...*sigh*

thanks, pink, I like your poem & tried to move what I added to another thread but; wasn't able. fyi...

This to pinkbuni, Brenda from NY:

Your beautiful poem is beyond words and makes me sob. Thank you for sharing this beautiful side of your soul with us. I can't even see to type this. You're right, this furry 12" animal has brought out the better side of everyone here. God Bless little Flower. Sincerely, Mary

Thanks, maryccarroll. I think all these poems /& tributes are beautiful. Just when I think the pain is subsiding, I read someones tribute & the tears start all over again. I don't think they'll ever stop, or this hole in my heart close.... *sigh*

Made me tear up all over again. K

Hi people. Pinkbuni that poem was really good. I'm sure that if Flower could read it she would definently love it. Now come to think of it she probably is so happy that all of these people loved her so much.

pinkbuni, that poem was so beautiful and touching. What a wonderful tribute to Flower. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.