My most precious flowers 4-8-06
My most precious flowersdon't grow in my garden
They grow wild in the world
untended by my loving hands
wild they grow
Tall....strong....beautiful
sharing the wonders of themselves
with all who chance close enough to see
My most precious flowers
bloom beyond my sight
And I have not the pleasure
of their softly perfumed presence
And so I water them with my tears
roses without thorns
My gift to the world
I only pray that they be tended well
my most precious flowers.
For: Jessica, Elizabeth, and Catherine
MY most precious flowers
Love daddy.
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