Pretty Flower (Children) - Poem by C.J. Heck
I found a pretty flower,
food for bees and butterflies.
But when I gave it to my mom,
it put tears in Mommy's eyes.
Why are mommies like that?
Pretty things can make them cry
just like a very sad thing.
Some day, will I know why?
She said as we get older,
things don't all make sense...
but tears from pretty flowers
are most welcomed precious guests.
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