IN MY BOUQUET OF LIFE
In the
hallows
of my
mind,
I enfold
my coral
rose,
gently
stroking
his brow.
Blowing
over him
a breath
of cool
air,
Protecting
from the
scorching
sun.
Supplying
him with
heavenly
eain-drops,
when he is
thirsty.
In the
evening,
rock him
in my
cradle of
love.
A precious
blossom
in my
bouquet
of life.
copyright by heather burns