She holds out her hand
Palm upwards
Tiny and perfect
Flower !
A demand
But not like my demands
Hers are stronger
More certain
Empty of worry
I draw a daisy on her palm
She watches
Intent
Inspects it cafefully
Then all smiling
Shows it to me
I've studied flowers
But she knows them better
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Flower - Michael Bedward
Labels: Michael Bedward, Poetry
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