My children love me so! Each day I receive offerings Of such honest gifts Pure of stained motives Large sheets of whiteness Covered in splashes of purple Blossoming roses wrapped in tissue And little fists thrusting today's pickings At me. From the garden of my own Eden Sketches divine, refined by instruction Compliments abound like dandelion fluff Around my head and my heart like Fairy dust and stories told of sailing the sea These tiny gems endeared to me.
