A few years ago in California I was in a Antique and Collectible store. One day I found the most beautiful old poem book published in 1923 called "The Second Book of Modern Verse" There is a special poem in the book that I just love to read when I had some troubling times and I would love to share it with you.....
The Flower of Mending
When Dragon-fly would fix his wings,
When Snail would patch his house,
When moths have marred the overcoat
Of tender Mr. Mouse,
The pretty creatures go with haste
To the sunlit blue-grass hills
Where the Flower of Mending yields the wax
And webs to help their ills.
The hour the coats are waxed and webbed
They fall into a dream,
And when they wake the ragged robes
Are joined without a seam.
My heart is but a Dragon-fly,
My heart is but a mouse,
My heart is but a haughtly snail
In a little stony house.
Your hand was honey-comb to heal,
Your voice a web to bind.
You were a Mending Flower to me
To cure my heart and mind.....
I love so many poems in this book but by far this was a special one to me. I hope you like it too....