Poetry Corner: The Flower

By Richard Wallace

One day

my little girl took me

out to the garden..

She wanted

to show me a flower.


She said that

she wanted to give it

to me

for a present.



she said

that she couldn’t

because if she picked it,

it would die.


When she told me this

I started to cry.

Bluebells Happy Valley M Laird


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