Exotic Flowers in Boston

by Suzie Canale

 After the terrifying acts that have occurred in Boston over the last week, being a Bostonian, I felt the need to cope along with the rest of my city, a place that I love dearly.  Since a writer writes, here is my reflection of these events. Although completing all verses rather quickly, I was at a loss of words for a title.  My 8 year old son simply turned to me and said, "Name it Run, Run, Run."  

RUN, RUN, RUN

 

The sun was shining and the air was warm,

As the runners took their place at the start,

Lacing their sneakers and stretching their legs,

While the thrill of the race pounds each heart.

 

Off they went, crowds of hundreds and hundreds,

All set out on the exciting run,

Joining together in the infamous race,

Patriot’s Day Marathon Monday had begun.

 

The fans were aroused as they cheered each one on,

While the athletes passed by in quick haste,

Although they competed to win the gold first,

Themes of brotherhood were seen interlaced.

 

No one expected such a tragic end,

When a shock had impeded the scene,

Tainting the moments of purity and love,

A dark evil, which had been unforeseen.

 

As the community was left in a tearful mourn,

The prayers echoed throughout the night,

The city’s brave angels worked as fast as they could,

Helping wounded through the gruesome site.

 

At first, all were stunned as to how to move on,

Feeling threat and unspeakable fear,

But lo and behold like the American soul,

Courage, strength, hope and faith did appear.

 

In a flash of a second, the heroes arrived,

Guards, police and response volunteers,

Saving the lives of the city they loved,

While they held us and wiped away tears.

 

A rush of concern came from around the world,

Sending courage to get us all through,

Even the Yankees stood strong in support,

To New York, Bean Town loves you, too.

 

So we will stand all together and unite all as one,

As our fight for our freedom is sought,

We’ll remember the lives of those tragically lost,

Eight-year-old Martin will not be forgot.

 

It may take some time, but we know it’s the truth,

We see no other way to go on,

Boston will rally again for the day,

When we run next year’s marathon.

 

 

By

Suzie Canale

4/19/13

by Suzie Canale

 After the terrifying acts that have occurred in Boston over the last week, being a Bostonian, I felt the need to cope along with the rest of my city, a place that I love dearly.  Since a writer writes, here is my reflection of these events. Although completing all verses rather quickly, I was at a loss of words for a title.  My 8 year old son simply turned to me and said, "Name it Run, Run, Run."  

RUN, RUN, RUN

 

The sun was shining and the air was warm,

As the runners took their place at the start,

Lacing their sneakers and stretching their legs,

While the thrill of the race pounds each heart.

 

Off they went, crowds of hundreds and hundreds,

All set out on the exciting run,

Joining together in the infamous race,

Patriot’s Day Marathon Monday had begun.

 

The fans were aroused as they cheered each one on,

While the athletes passed by in quick haste,

Although they competed to win the gold first,

Themes of brotherhood were seen interlaced.

 

No one expected such a tragic end,

When a shock had impeded the scene,

Tainting the moments of purity and love,

A dark evil, which had been unforeseen.

 

As the community was left in a tearful mourn,

The prayers echoed throughout the night,

The city’s brave angels worked as fast as they could,

Helping wounded through the gruesome site.

 

At first, all were stunned as to how to move on,

Feeling threat and unspeakable fear,

But lo and behold like the American soul,

Courage, strength, hope and faith did appear.

 

In a flash of a second, the heroes arrived,

Guards, police and response volunteers,

Saving the lives of the city they loved,

While they held us and wiped away tears.

 

A rush of concern came from around the world,

Sending courage to get us all through,

Even the Yankees stood strong in support,

To New York, Bean Town loves you, too.

 

So we will stand all together and unite all as one,

As our fight for our freedom is sought,

We’ll remember the lives of those tragically lost,

Eight-year-old Martin will not be forgot.

 

It may take some time, but we know it’s the truth,

We see no other way to go on,

Boston will rally again for the day,

When we run next year’s marathon.

 

 

By

Suzie Canale

4/19/13

The weather has been brutal. Thankfully, the Red Sox are in Florida and that crack of the bat is right around the corner. The past few weeks at Exotic Flowers were enlightening, entertaining and exciting. 

We are proud to bring you a crisp and clean update to our website. Please let me know what you think. 

If you have Comcast for your cable TV, then I hope you saw us featured on their get local for Valentine's Day. If not, no worries; I have provided a link in this email.

Our most exciting news is Suzie's new children's book. This is her fourth children's book, maybe even her best yet. She has even decided to donate 100% of all her royalties to the One Fund to support the Boston Marathon bombing victims and their families.

Boston You're My Home

New Children's Book by Suzie Canale  Order Your Copy Here Boston, You're My Home is the story of a young girl named Sweet Caroline who is nervous about her family moving to Boston. Her mother and father attempt to soothe her fears by telling her a bedtime tale inspired by Boston's strengths. From its education to the arts and its heroes, Caroline learns about the wonderful benefits about calling Boston her new home.   Exotic Flowers on TV   Click Here to Watch Aired in February   If you ever visited the shop, you know our story is better than most reality television. We even turned down a reality show opportunity this past year. This winter however, we had the TV cameras from Comcast rolling and we were able to tell a wonderful piece of our story without the drama.

"The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball."

 

 

Rick Canale