Making Bouquets
January 10th, 2007 at 8:14 am (Scott Ennis, Children's Sonnets)
I wonder why my sister makes bouquets
While dressed up in her finest coat and hat,
And why her eyes wear such a dreamy gaze,
And why her mouth seems sad at times like that.
She always holds the stems with tender care,
And never brushes petals from their place.
Her bouquets are as perfect as her hair,
But somehow bear the sadness of her face.
I offer her a sprig of golden rue,
In hopes to help her brighten up her spray.
She smiles a curious smile and says “It’s true,
That just a little goes a long, long way.”
And then she starts to sing a pretty song
I wish I knew so I could sing along.
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~miranda marty
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2 comments:
wow this is a good poem and ....hey miranda
This poem is part of a series of children's sonnets I wrote recently. They are available in the illustrated book Daisies and Raindrops.
Scott Ennis
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