A Moment of Serendipity

A Moment of Serendipity, by: Amber McNally



I went down by the waterfall,

to wash my tired feet.

I tried to find a little nook

for me to sit and eat.

Instead I found a flower.

It was as purple as could be.

I put it in my hair and then

I took it home with me.

The flower filled my home

with joy and sweetened merriment.

I knew that little flower must be

surely heaven-sent.

That night a weary traveler,

came trudging past my door.

She had a look so painful

as I'd never seen before.

I offered her some lodgings and

a place to rest her head.

I fed her stew and simmered tea

and sent her off to bed.

Next day when she was leaving,

the woman looked at me.

She thanked me and she hugged me

and then turned around to leave.

While walking out the door she turned

and softly said to me,

"the flower that you picked

before is now a wish for thee.

So make your wish

and make it well,

for it is only one.

You have to make your wish

today before the setting sun."

She must've been an angel,

this woman I did meet.

For only angels come disguised

like beggars in the street.

And later when the sun did set,

I boldly made my wish.

I wished for flowers everywhere,

just like the one I picked.



Copyright of this poem belongs solely to Amber Maria McNally and may only be used with author's permission