Friday, May 28, 2010

One Thousand Bouquets


Long after those weeds wither
Your fisted flowers remain
One thousand bouquets of heather
One thousand o' dandelion's mane.

Long after the chive flow'r dries
I'll long for balled boutonneres
One thousand bouquets tried
One thousand hands drawn near.

Long after these weeds wither
Your fisted flowers remain
One thousand memories hither
One thousand bouquets lain.

4 comments:

Kurt Knudsen said...

loved the poem.
love Lucy, the reason.

liz canaan roberts said...

beautiful.

Carol said...

such a pretty poem Jordan...thanks for sharing your talent.

Tasha said...

My girls keep bringing them to me. Thank you for the perspective.