Petunia Poem by Karin Elizabeth Martin

I met this little rebel...
That's what she called herself...
She was caught in the middle of a battle with herself...
She thought to run away and hide...
I was asked to keep her by my side.
We traveled far away from home...
We told he other of our own..
We talked and cried and itched wept...
One thing though....We never slept!
We both learned things we never knew...
I tried to be a wise old owl...
I made her keep her face to the bow...
She was young but she was strong..
She made this journey by will alone...
I only had her for a while..
She saw so many things and smiled...
She promised to remember those..
Who care about and loved her so...
Even though she went away..
She had plans and was determined to obey.
When it came time for us to part...
We cried a bit but split apart...
For you see, she was not mine...
Only mine to hold for a short time.
Now she is back home again...
Doing great with friends and plans.
I knew in the beginning of our ride...
She had chosen her name wrong..
A rebel is not one of pride..
I chided her right from the start..
I called her Petunia. She was so smart!
I see now she's spread her wings..
Wounds have healed and blessings ring
Thank you for your trust in me
Now trust in yourself
You have been set free!