from deep within the thorns
a flower suddenly emerges
it’s beauty contrasting its host
but within a day forever gone
her father was addicted
and her mother, she had left
a flower ‘mong the thorns
it withers quickly and is lost
the cart with her belongings
she pushes round the town
and no one can remember
the flower ‘mong the thorns
the lilies on her casket
recalling what is lost
the flower ‘mong the thorns
in final autumn bloom
July 26, 2013 written and published during my hiatus
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Very touching…..namaste. . . Anne
Tough life for cactus flowers and sometimes for young ladies in the bloom of life. Touching tribute. Thanks
Filled with sadness you captured her well.
touching words, Bjorn