. . . but it must be something.
For out of patience and perseverance:
The seed once too tiny
grows into a tree so tall.
Out of its caring:
A piglet with congenital obesity regardless of nativity,
becomes a hypertension-free hog.
No one can call him “the biggest loser” while everyone enjoys his being roast pork.
Out of its passion:
The acrylic paints, which can cause headache,
can be obras in canvasses, which bring peace and joy to its creator;
which bring beauty and wealth to its purchasor.
Out of its meekness:
A boy turns into man, as he gives up
the sole ownership of his wallet and time
to the girl who sound like his mom.
Out of its wonder:
A lady turns into woman,putting her life at risk
to carry his child in her womb for nine months;
she puts her vanity aside and her figure to history,
whilst her self-worth modified.
of her nature-scented
comes home late
without prior calling
his real boss,
But it nestles
in our hearts
be young or old.
Best of Me
by Phil Perry