Rose within Your Hand

A poem about growing up

I am the rose within your hand;
Growing silently through your fingers;
Catching as many rays as I can,
While the sun in your eyes still lingers.
Nurtured me from bud to flower
And sat watching with curiosity.
Waiting patiently for the hour,
When you would find out what I’d be.
With my growing done,
And all the lessons taught;
You look at the flower I’ve become,
And realize I’ve outgrown the pot.