. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />There you are, <br />Playing domestics; <br />Passing each other <br /> <br />Cups & saucers <br /> <br />While I sit back, <br />Being waited upon <br />To take it all in - <br /> <br />This apparition <br />Of simple bliss. <br /> <br />Why was this not possible <br />When roses bloomed <br />In the garden? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-roses-bloomed/
