Guest Writer For Father's Day - My Dad!
I watched you grow, little flower.
I watched your precious petals shine
With increased beauty all the time
You stood beside a quiet lake
And all the long day through you’d make
A gentle, mirrored, colour scheme
Of soft light blue, and tender green
You were indeed the sweetest thing
Among the beauties of the spring.
Your loveliness was everywhere
And passing people stopped to stare.
But now a withered clump of brown,
People glance at you, and frown.