My Second Poem To The Flower

Heart-Burrower

From the morning
in which you saw a new world,
and your little hands
started digging the dry sand ...
You were not making
new holes for them to live in,
but entering in our hearts.

Deeper and deeper,
they worked on your orders,
but still you were
getting instead inside us ...
Yet never knowing
that your kids would be someday
as loved and mourned as you're now.

Heart-Burrower,
standing stone for Meerkats,
how many of us
would've trusted you our own lives ...
How many of us
would have followed you blindly
for your clear voice comforting.