
The gardener woke up one day
To find at his garden’s gate
A flaggy narcissus flower growing there.
With some hints of pity he said,
‘Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you’.
So he used his hand trowel
To scoop it up out of the fertile ground
And re-plant it in a special and fitting place
Among his cultured plants.
The flower was so unique to him
And he’d never anything like that had.
Each morning he gave it that proper care.
After watering it with the other flowers
He spent hours with it, as if
He talked to it and the sweet plant
Talked back in turn.
He gave it the best of the manure
And built a lovely shelter for it
And so he watched it grow
To display sparkling anthers and radiant petals.
Its yellow corona was a lofty crown
Surrounded by spreading white sepals.
The gardener was glad and relieved
For the distinguished flower he has.
So, you and me Sharon . . .
could be the gardener and our friendship the narcissus flower.
© Olawale Famodun
Excerpt from the book “Poems Of Redemption”
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