She liked picking flowers, I liked growing themA Poem by willweb~ She liked
picking flowers, I liked
growing them Her basket
filled with pretty blooms, freshly on
the stem She walked
into my garden, scented
sweet and true I tended to
my marigolds with tiny
buds, and knew She saw my
Gerber daisies, just smiling
in the sun Then glanced
in my direction, she only
wanted one I nodded my
approval, for what
else could I say To the
loveliest of flowers in my garden
on this day She thanked
me with a kiss, upon my
cheek so soft I felt my
old heart skip a beat, my mind it
went aloft And then as
she was leaving neath
springtime skies so blue I could only
stand and stare, for on this
day I knew Of every
precious flower, so wondrous
and pristine She was now
the prettiest that I have
ever seen She still
likes picking flowers, I still like
growing them But now I
tend my plants and wait till she
comes back again ~ © 2023 willwebAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 10, 2023 Last Updated on February 13, 2023 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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