Rose Garden

I am the newest flower
to bloom
In my lover's garden.
My petals unfurl
Shyly,
Hesitantly.
Turning my face
To the sunshine of his smile,
The warmth of his arms.
He guides my growth,
Gently pruning away 
the dead scars,
branches of my old pain,
Allowing me to be
The rose
That I am.

Copyright July 1998 Joni Montgomery