Find in your pedals and scents
the enduring love of mothers, of friends.
Unlike the delicate rose.
Equal in beauty and just as easy to grow
from seeds or cuttings or division,
You, carnation, bloom all year
in beds, in pots, in vases,
under sun or cloud.
Not just once, not just
now and then when it’s ideal.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.
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