The Flower
She was never the most clever, the fastest, brightest, or funniest.
She read slowly; she learned slowly.
Her jokes fell short and she stumbled in her speech.
But her religion was love; her philosophy was compassion.
Her thoughts gave her strength, her actions gave her power.
Power to choose happiness, and spread it to the world.
Owlsquatch Chronicles 
Love this post! Keep up the good writing
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Hahahah I will mom, thank you :]
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