When a flower
fails to bloom
we do not chastise,
we ask ourselves why
it’s unable to thrive,
do all we can
to help it survive.
We’re patient, we’re kind
give it space
give it time.
Imagine then,
if we applied
the same love
and kindness
to you,
and to I
oh, my.
Photographer: Things Unsaid
Poem: Words By Catherine Prutton