My Perennials

A picture on a perfect day

My daughters’ messy hair

A son who looks up at the sky

These are my perennials

Dancing around in playful circles

Crowding my life with love

In my heart when I’m on my knees

These are my perennials

When the world is purchasing their perishables

And gloating in their variables

I breathe in,

And I think of my perennials

Stumbling on the flat earth

And falling on my face

I feel forgiveness as it swells

These are my perennials

Copyright December 2008, Amanda Bland