I feel as though this rose
and I could smile
even as I write of hope
and peace struggles to remain
like the petals before they fall
to winds of change.
Hope, such a tiny word
so is love
multitasking these two
is the extreme of living
while wearing a smile reading them
in print page after page
blog after blog.
Think of both next time
a small rose becomes a smile
think of all those who
have no choice but to feel
thorns.