a reminder.

Investment

How enviously I watched the rose bush bear her bud,

Such an easy, lovely birth.

And at that moment I wished the sweet myth were true,

That I could pluck you, my child, from some green vine

But now as you breathe, through flesh that was mine

Gently in the small circle of my arms, I see the wisdom of investment.

The easy gift is easy to forget.

But what is bought with coin of pain,

Is dearly kept

-Carol Lynn Pearson