One Poem by Susan Suriani

For Olivia The Strong

The flower my daughter,
The streams of tears seem like a flower with dew on her cheek,
Her sadness seems unbearably sad when you're the mother,
And you can only listen while your daughter feels so deep.
How can you make everything all right, all beautiful
for such a tender heart who always tries to be true?
How can you tell her you care like God cares,
That he cares as much for her as he cares
for the tree so tall and true?
Yet, fire season does come and strike the tree down,
And firemen come to show their love for the forest
as it lights the sky so blue.
She must go through the fire too as I did,
and as her grandmother before me.
Always remember that pain when it goes away is hardly
remembered even as we can carry on and see hope so closely.

{Poem by Susan Suriani}