*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.
About the Creator
C.D. Hoyle
C.D. Hoyle is a writer who is also a manual therapist, business owner, mother, co-parent, and partner. You will find her writing sometimes gritty, most times poignant, and almost always a little funny. C.D. Hoyle lives in Toronto.
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Awesome!