Monday, May 01, 2006

Prettiest Flower

On a rain-soaked April day,
The sun broke through
In the tulip field.

As if right on cue,
It was then I saw you
Toddling up my row
To squat and hide below
Our adoring red petals
On doting stems of green.

Well how dee dee do!
That was when I knew
I would not mind
If you picked me.
Me, the second prettiest flower
In the field.

1 Comments:

Anonymous gskur said...

A very nice poem: gentle, loving, makes you smile; and a brilliant turn in the last line! Love it.

7:25 AM  

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