by GEORGE CAMPOS
(ONTARIO, CA - USA)
The little girl handed me a flower
Which I have pressed into my Bible
The flower is withered and gone
But the memory lingers on..
The flower I believe, was given
In love and appreciation
For Crossing-Guard service rendered
I think that's what was intended.
OH how my heart was warmed
Feelings inside swarmed
A gift like this from a child
Literally drove me wild..
Forever and ever and ever
I will cherish this flower
And cherish the love it brought
From this tiny smiling tot..
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This is not only poetry
It is a true story.
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