Under an old yellow umbrella,
with rain seeping through a hole,
she is happy,
for at least she has a partial roof
under world's exposed downpour.
Every meal is a pleasure~
a reward of diligent labor;
her food's blandness
exudes aromas of spice.
Lavender gladiolus of hope
blossom on her body
as she wears a tattered dress,
abandoned by someone.
Her fragile hut
may be vulnerable to harsh climes,
but its foundation is robust,
with her family's togetherness.
She is illiterate, but a wise teacher,
bearing all the dedicated time
to teach her children
the art of genuine gratefulness.
Author notes
Prompt:
5) Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. ---Alexander Pope
A contest entry
- The Paragonian Challenge #4 by CitrineSunrise.
900 points, ended November 15, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wonderful
great take on the prompt, really felt your characters essence
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Thanks a lot.
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This poem tells a simple story in an tender way. The reader sits with this poor woman and realizes that she is grateful for life's meager blessings. I particularly liked the line "lavender gladiolus of hope." Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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Very moving indeed. Even when she's not present here in front of me I can still see her, and she teaches me that lesson. Really. To some of us used to the everyday luxuries of life, who think that we're happier than they are. But some millionaires are surprisingly not at all happy at all when you actually delve deeply into their lives, and people who are poorer would actually be happier than the rich people would seem to be.
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