Flower Girl
When we first me we were barely adults.
Small, petulant, shy things,
But, matched,
Almost anyway,
Secret ragings at the world,
Shared over coffee and cake.
I thought you were a flower girl,
all pink and smiles and fey,
Then so full of energy,
a spirit yet to break
(which, it never did)
Me? I was a scruffy thing,
Yellow scarecrows hair,
Hiding within giants clothes,
It took a certain..
to bring our my flair.
As those around us
“Adulthood” rears a stern face
we must face the dusk
Hey, don’t worry Flower girl, we’ll always keep in touch.