One of the flowers I loved when I was a child was the Buttercup.
There was a meadow where we played which was bright yellow
in places with buttercups. This flower often faced a lot of
opposition but it somehow always managed to bloom. In what
seemed to me to be the foreign country of Kent where I was sent
for a year to get well, there were plenty of buttercups to remind
me of home..
TAKE A LEAF
What we see
In any flower,
Is a determination
That come what may,
Nothing will stop them
Blossoming
In Spring.
Even if they
Have to create
Their own Spring
To blossom in.
©2025 GWEN GRANT
Poems by Gwen Grant 