Bouquet Poem by Charlotte Harrison

Bouquet



A tired bouquet
Of wilting grass
Clutched in a tiny
Dimpled hand
Placed in water
With tend'rest care
As through 't were for
An orchid rare
Only a mother
Knows their worth
These ...
The most precious blooms
On earth!

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Charlotte Harrison

Charlotte Harrison

Camarillo, California
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