Flowers

My flowers bloomed,
And took up space.
Each one was a filigree of lace,
And stood so proud.

My flowers were bright,
From seeds so small.
By the use of a spade,
They grew so tall.

My flowers were lovely,
In a barren spot.
A place that somehow...I forgot,
And the weeds choked out.

My flowers were full,
Of sweet perfume.
With bees encircling round each bloom,
Then flitted away.

A baby is born,
And took up space.
With innocence and a smiling face,
In a wicked world.


E.P. 1908 - 1989