Tuesday, February 21, 2012
In February one late night,
I ran upstairs in speedy flight.
I was relieved and very glad,
To greet my rather tardy Dad.
I was astonished then to find
A surprising present oh so kind,
On that damp and wintry night
A gift of flowers—Oh what a sight!
For these dear flowers—
The first I’ve had,
Are quite most precious,
And from my dad!
Now that bouquet fragrances my room,
And cheerily takes away the gloom.
From my lofty, quilted bed,
I can easily see ‘Sunny Days Ahead’.
Heidi Ann Hildebrandt