We made a flower <br />A petal moulded from every gentle touch <br />And over every shape and hue <br />We said a little prayer <br /> <br />We prayed that no bad wind <br />Uttered through clumsy word <br />would blow the petals away <br /> <br />I almost dare not speak <br />But will my thoughts to reach you <br />Through some safer route <br />Along breath filtered along the stem <br />Of a soft scented rose<br /><br />maggie oke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rite-and-proper/
