"A White Flower in the Dark"

Poem from mom.


I am the tiny white flower
in the black endless darkness
framed by the bright white light
will I make a difference
to anything
may I be presumptuous
and say that I matter
I am matter
how can I not matter
as a matter of fact
there are those who matter
like the tiny bright white stars
matter to the dark night sky
holding on to each other
because they need to be needed
by this tiny white flower
in the black endless darkness
of her white frame