The blossoming May 27, 2020 by parchedsouls 1 Comment I watched her stop and stare While mother kept walking, unaware She jumped and grabbed From the rooftop of a silent car A fallen flower She ran with that burden T’was her school bag And presented the dying blossom To her mother Just for a smile in return And something in my heart That had died Was flogged to life Ah, I wished to be a child again! Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePinterestRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: parchedsouls Diploma in Fashion Design. M.A in English Literature. Bachelor of Education. Teacher.