Miracle by Harry Thurston

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I tell my toddling daughter
not to pick the blossom
explaining that the flower
will turn into a strawberry
in a few short weeks,
then she can pick and eat the sweet fruit.
No sooner are the words out
than I regret forestalling her pleasure – 
for what is one blossom less,
and weeks to a child too long to wait.
And then, too, she looks at me
as if I have told her a lie,
fashioned a twisted fairy tale.
But speaking it, for the first time in years,
I am awed by the miracle 
of what really happens.

Comments

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Yeah that's pretty much how I understood it. Try reading it again out loud - helps me make sense of poetry sometimes =)