Roses with Thorns
Was heading home yesterday when I spotted these roses growing on the front lawn of where I had been.
I was fascinated and I thought to myself. “Hmm, let me pick some roses for Debo and Pearl (our daughter).” (Would have picked for the boys but I know the gesture would make no sense to them. We guys are just like that you know
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Ignorantly, I had no idea that these roses grew with thorns. I never imagined something so beautiful and attractive would have thorns. So I put no caution- A couple of seconds later with painfully pierced fingers, I learned my lesson.
However, the thought of a rose with thorns wouldn’t let the poet in me rest. To free myself, I had to put a couple of quick haikus together about how life often comes with both the tough and the tender because precious things must be protected.
Rose with thorns
Beauty wields pain
The precious must be guarded.
Rose with thorns
Love and sacrifice
Must both live together
Rose with thorns
The glittering and the blistering
A symbol of life and love’s adventure
Rose with thorns
Like diamond in the rough
Treasure comes with digging.
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