Bloomin’ and Boomin’

I’m bloomin’ and boomin’ where I’m planted, baby!

Listen to me, while I tell you my story,

no more hidden, pent up glory.

I’m held fast,

just like these flower-petal-masts,

between my knees,

heart warming a few degrees.

I’m reminded of where I came from,

where I am now,

and where I’m headed.

I’m bound for success and joy,

because I feel it employ me daily.

My sister always told me,

“Your smile even makes the sun blush,”

and when I think of her, I feel an emotional river-rush.