Keith Westwater – Poem
To Avis Elaine The flowers you loved strew the shores of my first seven years Sometimes, in flower shops they shout out their names gerbera gladioli iris Sometimes they sing to me from a bouquet only half-made peonies pansies sweet pea Sometimes they say all and nothing at all the way flowers do cornflower carnations roses Their scent is your shield of love their leaves, the colour of your eyes their petals, the clothes you clad me in as child and as man Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new
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