I did not have roses
So I made some flowers
I worked all night
Shuffling colored papers...
I placed them in a vase
And pretended they were real
I took them with me
The next day to the temple...
When all others had withered
My paper flowers stood out
I collected them back proudly
And thanked god with all smiles...
I then gave them to you
Blessed and still as good as new
If fragrance was missing from them
Neither did God complain nor did you....
Paper flowers.....I loved penning this poem as it allowed me to take things for granted....
