Two or maybe three years ago

To Mesquite one day I went

For my Sister I had to see

There is where my day was spent.

To and Fro, we rocked and talked

Once we went out in her yard

On her bench were these bulbs

Some she's go-ing to discard.

My Sister gave me one of these

Resurrection Lily, its name sounds dear

Its foliage dies off but later on

A tall stem with blooms appears.

I planted this bulb in our front yard

Where I could closely watch it grow

Nothing ever peeped thru the soil

Until about a month ago.

Walked to the mailbox one fine day

On my return, I passed this spot

Several green blades had just came out

I was surprised! It did not rot!

This foliage soon would die off

Nothing there; the ground was bare

When suddenly a tall stem popped up

Six pink blooms, 2 buds" I swear!

It's just the beginning of our Summer

When the blooms came on that stem

Fragile and dainty were these blooms

Beautiful pink colors were these gems.

Guess that is why they named it that

It first comes up; then you think it died

When later, beautiful pink flowers appear

Just like Jesus, it is alive.

Bessie MelVina Carathers

July 1, 2000