A great new gift for a new beginning
Soft pink petals whisper “it’s a girl”
Small and sweet wrapped in curls
The prickly thorns slowly changing
To prom it went, in a hue of green
The sound of bells and the blanket of snow
At that moment it was held tightly with a bow
The veil lay long and the white satin train
The simplicity of it all holds so much life
The storms it survived and more triumphs than any
Now the time has come to say goodbye
This time more than before lay so many
Neatly arranged were Red, Yellow, and White
Over the shiny box of mahogany
