Sisters as Flowers

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I think of one as a rose,
feminine yet voluptuous,
a powerful scent,
delicate like no other,
the first flower you go to
in the garden —

the oldest as a lily,
singular and strong,
standing apart from all the rest,
an example to all her sisters —

and then the white daisy,
clean and fresh
and wholly authentic—
one to have in your corner.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

2 responses to “Sisters as Flowers

  1. Ina

    Lovely poem, sisters as flowers. I have no siblings, but I imagine it must be nice to have a white daisy in your corner.

  2. This piece works so well!

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