So many youthful days <br />spent unaware <br />that the hours, <br />like flowers, <br />are special gifts. <br /> <br />Precious bouquets, <br />fresh as morning dew, <br />delivered to my door <br />in every color and hue <br />and sweet fragrance. <br /> <br />Each day of life, <br />picked just for me, <br />by God’s own hands; <br />such treasures <br />deserve <br />very special care.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-flowers/
