While strolling through a field of daisies,

I stooped down to relish their sweet scent against the land.

Then my imagination swept me away,

as I grasped one of the blossoms in my hand.

My thoughts walked me down the paths of years gone by,

and I began to wonder what my life could have been.

I pondered over things I would have done differently,

if I had the opportunity to live it over again.

The rootless successes I dreamed of for myself

seemed empty of luster as I thought them through.

When I questioned their lack of brilliance,

I realized success means nothing without you.

When I glanced down at the wildflower I held,

I learned a lesson that I could keep.

Without the roots that held this daisy firm in the ground,

it did not stand a chance, for roots run deep.

In my day dreams I skipped down those paths a bit happier then,

for the dainty blossom opened my eyes so I could finally see.

Success carries the sweetest scent

within one's own family.

~ Tammy Leigh Maxey

From the Portraits of the Heart collection
Copyright 2003
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