"He Brought Me Tulips" by hmmcghee
He brought me tulips!
The straight, stout, independent cups,
Curving up towards the sky.
Beauty in bloom, alive and proud.
Oh, how I loved those petals!
The striped reds, and vibrant yellows, and whites, and purples so deep, they fade into the night.
How I impulsed to snap a cup from the churchyard!
A child with no restraint, to love the coming spring when gardens filled with color.
But a child no more, but alive and proud,
I arrived at home to find him still there.
And he brought me tulips!
The straight, bold cups, curving up to the ceiling.
The striped reds -- oh, those striped reds!
How I impulsed to snap them from the vase
And give them wings to meet the wall
And sneer up at his cheating face.
A woman with no restraint, but alive and proud.
Atonement in bloom, HE BROUGHT ME TULIPS!
