My Pretty Flower

(written by Kyli my ten year old granddaughter)

I was walking in my garden

to see a little sprout

but instead there was something

that brought joy all about

standing there

in my little green garden

was a pretty flower

that has never been there.

My flower was tall, my flower was

bright, but most of all it was mine

My pretty flower

soon grew very old and weak

and was left no choice

but to leave me

my pretty flower

was now gone forever

but right there behind

me was a pretty yellow flower

that seems to have been left for me.

Kyli Allen © 2000