Take Care Of Yourself

The rose doesn’t feel well
Her head hangs down
She feels sick, weak and tired
I nourish her,
make a quiet place,
protect her space
so she can rest

I blow the worries from her petals
and caress her with loving words
I let her lean against a stick
so she can still stand upright
and receive the light of her beloved,
the sun

I take good care of her
that precious rose in me
’cause what’s dear to you
is dear to me
And as I take care of me
I take care of us



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