My wife picked flowers,
some of each bloom
we grew together,
caressed each into place
in a blue bowl.
Until they fade,
some of my wife is here.
198 ®Copyright 1965 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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My wife picked flowers,
some of each bloom
we grew together,
caressed each into place
in a blue bowl.
Until they fade,
some of my wife is here.
198 ®Copyright 1965 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
From Poemystic.com