Wildflowers (to Brandon)


A field of

Wildflowers is a

Beautiful sight all

Moving in unison

With the wind

Until someone picks

A few for

A bouquet on

A table top

Now that one

Of many becomes

A One of

Few brightening up

A room or

A person I

Feel as though

I’ve been picked

By you and

Now became a

Thing of beauty

Just for you