You, my beloved, bring light to my soul
Before I met you, I lived on parole

Freedom, elusive, seemed so far out of reach
No matter the lessons that life tried to teach

Daffodils, dancing, abloom in my heart
Sprout angelic wings, they swoop and they dart

Yellow with great joy, their petals unfurl
And now, thanks to you, I love being a girl

Flowers, in prison, can’t thrive – they just die
No wings can grow there – without you, I can’t fly

November,2006

Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-girl/