Don’t be absurd, I’m no bird,
I have neither wing nor urge to sing.
I want not, take not, have not.
I bloom for one short day, never gray,
neither rose nor from Sharon, yet Rose
of Sharon all the same. That is my name.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Summer is shining despite media storms and drought. All around me yesterday, children plunged into the lake, splashing and laughing. Athletes in Brazil won gold, silver and bronze. I was able to swim only two weeks after surgery. That was my gold. I am in awe of how full of triumph and joy life can be. I’m grateful to not be in politics. Have a magical day!