The muse in my garden is beautiful, attractive and strong.
She is delicate; yet pierces the one who carelessly touch her.
For she has thorns that are there, a birthmark placed by the Maker.
Despite her thorns, she still fulfills her mission-
Adding a beauty in the garden,
That attracts bees, butterflies, and the birds.
She emits a fragrance that is uniquely her own.
The sunlight delights her, the rain refreshes her,
With much care she lives longer,
And the garden is full of life because of her.
I am not talking about my rose.
I am talking about me in the garden of my home.
In our family of four,
I am the only muse.
Have a purposeful day!