This poem draws a parallel between the growth of a flower and my own growth “escorted” by my psychiatrist in my late 20s. It suggests the power of human intervention in the growth of each by mixing their attributes and concludes with both achieving their needed liberation.

This poem was written for, and in loving memory of, Lena Ricks, my independent Living coach about 20 years ago. She is one of the veteran troopers who taught me to be a trooper too.