BlindA Poem by Aimee HoltI
haven’t seen your colours You
ask me, “yellow,
pink or white?” I
don’t even know what
roses look like. How
can I tell you If
I want “yellow,
pink or white?” Mother
loves her roses she
loved them for their scent. She
never told me their colours So
I will never know if “yellow,
pink or white?” Is
what she would have liked. © 2012 Aimee Holt |
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Added on October 18, 2012 Last Updated on October 18, 2012 AuthorAimee HoltSurbiton, Surrey, United KingdomAboutFlorist, farmkid, musician, artist, writer.... more..Writing
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