Flowers of Youth

Flowers of youth Here I am, middle age woman, looking back at young woman, silly child, all that she wanted, to love and be loved, what she got is pain and broken heart. Oh how I wish to talk to her seances, and let her know there is no such a things like, ever lasting love, to let her know that her dreams are just a dreams, long gone, flowers of her youth , dust shadow on the bright sunny sky, Looking back, at that silly child, what else I can do, feel sorry for lost time, sadness, pain not to be able, to talk to her seances about ever lasting love dreams and hopes, every young woman care for. Looking back, Oh how I wish, to talk to her but, I can't Ivy