a flower in her hand , colours in her writing fall gently from her hand ... blossoms in her prose writing of things that she knows... a rose she will say, in words that display, a fine mind as words pour.in torrents like a waterfall , a boquet begun lillies and sun flowers hung in writings of love passion for this art.. the words that say "how was your day ? "dressed in fine display .. a fine hand that say "this is for you " if tears it does bring then my words to impart have reached your beating heart the words become flowers written from the hand of magic it imparts .
this is a poem of a lady with a flower in her hand, written by my best friend Ken for me.