In the picture is a lily.
She looks at it, and smiles
as she does for anything pleasant,
as if she were being watched
and must put on a show of emotion.
She'd prefer a bouquet,
But a picture, of a flower
she doesn't even like,
will at least, garner a polite smile.
"Thank you" she says
and tapes it to her wall,
yellow in bright contrast to the dark gray,
"I'll remember you by it."
She'll remember, that when I left,
the only gift I could give
was a picture she didn't want.
** published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition
She looks at it, and smiles
as she does for anything pleasant,
as if she were being watched
and must put on a show of emotion.
She'd prefer a bouquet,
But a picture, of a flower
she doesn't even like,
will at least, garner a polite smile.
"Thank you" she says
and tapes it to her wall,
yellow in bright contrast to the dark gray,
"I'll remember you by it."
She'll remember, that when I left,
the only gift I could give
was a picture she didn't want.
** published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition
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