Shooting stars
dandelions
yellow lights, tunnels, birthday candles,
water fountains, spare change
Let there always be time to
smell the roses
Because in the end all I could give her were roses
Swing sets, strollers, diaper bags
Were the dreams of Caroline.
And she’d give them names, watch them grow and even get sad to watch them go
She never got angry or upset or dreary
Instead she pursed her lips then smiled quite sadly and said,
“What do I care, I already have plenty of children.”
All I could give her were the roses.
2 comments:
that was beautiful. left me with the good feelings i get when i read books like " a tree grows in brooklyn". simple yet meaningful.
Thanks Ariana!
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