I walked through her soul picking stray bits and pieces,
Stringing the pearls, stitching them together
With dreams made of pink stitched green ribbon
I made it into a bouquet as a tribute to her beauty
Caught at the peak of fertile perfection
Lightly scented with the essence of her glory
Her gift to the living, loving world.
Very well written. Greatly enjoyed this.
Thanks. I’ve updated it because the quick post on wordpress is being a jerk and won’t let me see the whole thing. I had to go to my dashboard to edit. It’s not an improvement on their part.