Someday when my land is more fertile
And my gardener is ready to toil
I shall welcome you my precious flower
And nurture you in my soil
Faced with responsibility and emotion
Humbled by the reality of obligation
I am compelled to be a coward
Too afraid to make you my own
I am a poor and naive flowerpot
Lacking the nutrients to keep a flower
I own no tool to make your bed
Or gold enough to maintain your petals
So, keep you away I must for now
To embark on making life better
Soon on a finer day you shall return
Under a more suitable weather
For someday, my dearest one
When I am brave enough to hold you
I shall love and keep you in my bosom
And grow you with care to blossom
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic piece of poetry!