Like a Lantana Flower
Today I received lantana flowers, In the purest form of love. At six and twelve, They know how to express their feelings, They know how to care, They will be great men.
These thoughtfully handpicked flowers, A gesture of genuine and kind love. The yellow for life, The pink for femininity, These are delicate and stunning flowers, As delicate as my heart, As stunning as my soul. They have bloomed this spring.
In case you didn’t know, Lantanas grow in the tropics of Africa and America, And in recent years, other parts of the world too. Although they are fragile and pretty, They are medicinal. I feel my stomach upset no more after holding them, I feel my heart is calm.
When the boys gave me these, they didn’t know all this, But they knew love. They knew, like lantanas need sun and moisture, I needed love to bloom. Just as lantanas can resist heat and drought, I have resisted the toughest of this season.
If you ever hold a lantana plant, You will feel its prickly stem. I am in the most impure and prickly state, Yet thought of, loved, And deserving of these magnificent flowers.
