Going Through Changes

December 19, 2010
By Anonymous

My family is a delicate flower,
Growing, falling, standing.
Living life, changing each step of the way.
Going wherever the wind blows.
My step dad is the pot,
Keeping everything together.
But when it cracks,
Things start to fall apart.

My mom is the soil,
The reason we survive,

The reason we can grow.
The soft, supportive ground for the flower to plant its feet on.
And I,
I am the flower,
Still growing, still changing, still becoming me.
Growing farther from the pot and farther from the soil,
Branching out in other directions.

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nancyyy BRONZE said...
on Jan. 6 2011 at 7:37 pm
nancyyy BRONZE, Spotsylvania, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The bigger the dreams, the smaller the competition"

I like the metaphor used throughout the poem. Family and the flower. I think its really clever, creative, and unique. Each family member has their job and part of the flower. Good job.

on Jan. 6 2011 at 7:29 pm
falling10ssupernova SILVER, Warwick, New York
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great metaphor really seems to work with what your saying

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