“I don’t think I’m there yet.”
Is all I could think of as the crown of daisies circle my arm
A reminder to keep forgiving
Is it ironic that my favourite flower is a weed?
I guess it depends on what you want to do with your lawn
My yard is now filling with wildflowers
Healing from the years of distruction
As they bloom so do I
Signalling what I knew all along;
There is nothing left but forgiveness.