And sometimes in
Life you bend
Down to pluck
A flower from
The pasture as
You’ve done many
Other times before
When one this
One the one
That you want
More than any
Other won’t budge
Pull and pull
Dig and pry
Beg and swear
And still it
Remains steadfast there
Rooted right where
It belongs leaving
It you can’t
Instead down you
Lay next to
It giving in
For to be
Without this flower
Is far worse
Than having it
In its way
Life and love
Exist in willingness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 