Love By William McKechnie

Love

He stood there in the garden

A wonderful sight to see,

Selection of beautiful flowers

In front of an old oak tree.

He noticed a special flower

It stood out from the rest,

He carefully took this flower

And held it close to his chest.

For many years to follow

His special flower grew,

Giving him young flowers

For him to love them too.

But one sad day is flower

Withered then she died,

His loving heart was broken

He knelt down and cried.

All the flowers he loved

Their hearts were broken too,

All these special flowers

He helped to pull them through.

Now young flowers need him

So they won't drift apart,

Their loving Mum is still alive

Inside their Father's heart.