Flower her ... Shower her seasons

Sweetheart, friend, mother, daughter, wife:
Male and female, femininity affirms your life

Childhood daisy chains, innocence afoot,
hop, skip, and he loves me, he loves me not;
weeds, her wildflowers, embroider the soot
where fingers print darts through hearts cupid shot.

Sweet Williams, flower her in Spring’s bouquet,
you’re bound for a leap into love’s first blush;
cupid’s bow smiles, blues "forget-me-nots!", say:
“Me too! Miss narcissus jonquilla’s crush!”

Bachelor’s buttons, lady’s slippers, pale
to rose imperatives; buds yellows, red
to wed, when love fruits romance blossoms’ trail,
seeding baby’s breaths in the bridal bed.

Last of the flowers? Shower her seasons,
love of your life, everlasting’s reasons.



© Helga Ross 2004, 2005.