the girl enters the flower shop
and asks the owner for a simple flower
that's reasonable yet exquisite
that she may gift to her mother

upon saying her request
she felt someone's gaze from her side
the girl looks to see another customer
who immediately caught her eye

a tall woman in a black dress
flushed cheeks, a natural beauty
holding a bouquet of yellow tulips
her allure gleams in simplicity

dewy sun-kissed tulips
glowed in her delicate hands
the most expensive in the shop
their radiance so grand

the girl's stare of awe was broken
as the owner suggests her a rose
and asked if she liked his choice
but it lacked the tulips' glow

with two pairs of eyes on her
the girl felt hesitation from within
with a heavy heart, she accepts
as her wallet lays thin

the woman pays first with ease
for her extravagant bouquet
the girl glances at her single red rose
feeling quite out of place

that day the girl went back home
worn out by the feeling of being inferior
wilted by the wishes of being richer
withered by the urge to be prettier

however, as she gave her mom the rose
it made her mother joyous to the core
her warm embrace made her rethink
the thoughts that she had before

perspective is a strange thing
you judge through your own point of view
but you will never truly understand
unless you walk in the other person's shoes

the woman turned to look at the girl
thinking about her mother too
how they both are buying flowers
from their love that blooms through

that day the woman left the shop
and visited her own mother too
she cried while she gave the tulips
saying "these reminded me of you"

the woman wiped her tears
and leaned down to hug her mother
hoping her warmth can be reached
till what lies six feet under

while the rose the girl gifted her mother
was adorned with care in a glass vase
the woman's bouquet of yellow tulips
withered on the soil of her mother's grave

true value lies in accepting
the beauty of the rose we possess
and not in wishing for yellow tulips
that make your blessings feel any less

the yellow tulips lay by the tombstone
while the rose still thrives: one and alone
true value lies in the seeds we've sown
not in the flowers we have yet to own...