Growing

*Although I have been writing fiction since I can remember this is my first attempt at poetry - please be gentle.

Their bouquets of flowers all slowly died,

Set with pomp and circumstance before my eyes.

“Look - I did what I'm supposed to do today”

I hear the petals, whispering, say.

Then along you came to break the mold.

“No flowers today” is what I was told.

You bring me plants and trees to grow,

And allow my nurturing nature to show.

So glad I am yours and you are mine,

My blossom-less, sweetheart, valentine.