A Childish Bouquet

Written by: David Whalen

All that we had to give her Was wildflowers… My four little girls and I They worked like lil’ honeybees With intense frowns on their faces And determined look in their eyes Violets and black-eyed Susans Gathered in lil’ grubby hands ‘neath bright summer sky I had the girls present them I thought it should be them…not me I really don’t know why I’ll not forget ever The look of pure pleasure That misted their mother’s brown eyes Nor the look of pure pleasure That e’er I’ll treasure And That made me suppress a cry I had never seen so delighted, my wife Perhaps ne’er more so in my life As by wildflowers picked… By my four lil’ girls and I