~ by Sheenagh Pugh is not only beautiful, but pretty much sums up how I feel and what I hope for most of the times ...
The tulips name for your home town
bloomed well for me this May.
The weather was kind to them:
no wind bowed them down,
and though for a long while they lay
under snow, they came through;
they were winners. They did their name
honour; they had shape and class.
They were not unlike you,
without the pain and the weakness
that makes us care so much more
for a man than for a flower.
