Main Page Blog Getting Pregnant Articles Pregnancy Articles Parenting Articles TLOL Article Directory Chinese Gender Chart Pregnancy and Parenting Journals	The Flower There's an explosion about to happen from the inside out whilst the pressure from the outside is intensely compressing my very soul - the spirit that is me is dying. My hope is withering like a flower in the desert. As the heat dehydrates the flower so the tears wither my soul. The sun is gone. The cold and loneliness of the dark surround the decrepit flower to assure that every breath of life is snatched from what used to be a beautiful creation. The flower succumbs and is no more. (c) Kathryn Swan All Rights Reserved Comments to Author Share This Page With A Friend -- Would You Like To Read More Poems? -- Parent Prose Main Page Poems about Adoption Poems about Motherhood Poems about Babies and Children Poems about the Death of a Child Poems about Miscarriage Poems about Parenthood Poems about Pregnancy Poems about Growing Up Poems about Special Occasions Letters to Baby Poetry Collections Journals and Essays Books about Writing Poetry The Labor of Love Main Page