cherry blossoms

My pal Lizzy Danger writes poetry and inspires others to do the same at her blog, A Series of Thoughts. Steady readers may recall that Lizzy inspired me to write a little poem about my grandmother's funeral (you can find it here). 

Lizzy recently put out the call again and I said I was game. Then she suggested that we both write a poem with the same line, "the cherry blossoms grew with pride," and see what happens.

Here is Lizzy's poem.

The sun rises on a new day

Peace is felt throughout

The beauty is astounding

and the elegance takes your breath away

You have been waiting for this moment,

for their grace,

their delicate charm,

their polished artistry.

The cherry blossoms grew with pride

Unaware of all they represented

Love

Affection

The arrival of Spring

A glorious new day has arrived.

An untouched journey begins

And here is mine.

I drove in the dark

You and your friends

Up the escalator summit

Coming out in the bright morning sun

The day the cherry blossoms grew with pride

Pride evident everywhere

Rainbows

Throngs of happy people

Triumphant

Signs bearing witness

“I’m a lesbian too”

“I love my gay son”

And when we reached “God hates fags”

You said, kiss me

Kiss me.