Picking Petals
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Tis a true story of my grandson and I walking home in Breckenridge, Colorado. I stopped and picked a tiny daisy and showed him how to pull the petals off as he said these words. He thought it so funny and cute that we picked little daisies all the way home. It just shows you how the simplest of things can bring so much joy to a little boy. Not to mention his grandpa.
“Picking Petals”
I stopped on a path one day
And picked a flower for my grandson
And taught him this song
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
Oh No! He cried.
She loves me not.
So I picked another
And again he sang.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me.
Oh Yea! He cried.
She loves me!
So all the way home
I picked flowers
And he picked petals.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
My little boy and a flower.
Copyright © Lon Wartman | Year Posted 2022
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