David Whalen

Freshman - 626 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

A Childish Bouquet - Poem by David Whalen

All that we had to give her
Was wildflowers…
My four little girls and I

They worked like lil' honeybees
With intense frowns on their faces
And determined look in their eyes

Violets and black-eyed Susans
Gathered in lil' grubby hands
‘neath bright summer sky

I had the girls present them
I thought it should be them…not me
I really don't know why

I'll not forget ever
The look of pure pleasure
That misted their mother's brown eyes

Nor the look of pure pleasure
That e'er I'll treasure
And That made me suppress a cry

I had never seen so delighted, my wife
Perhaps ne'er more so in my life
As by wildflowers picked…

By my four lil' girls and I



Poet's Notes about The Poem

true event...so long ago

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 13, 2012


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