She gives love to her flowers
And knows each one by name
I watch her working with her plants
Treating each of them the same.
Sometimes I ask her if I can
Pick one of her pretty red roses
I know the answer will be no when I
see her hands on her hips pose.
The keeper of flowers
My wife shall always be
Her flowers will continue to thrive
Love she gives them is the key.
Ralph L. Clark ©
