Ask the Flowers

“I’m so glad we met,” I said.

“Aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure, quite yet.

I’ve got to wait for spring to come,

So I can ask the flowers.”

“You gonna pluck the petals off

And ask, ‘She loves me?

She loves me not?’”

He closed his eyes and grinned and said,

“No.

I’m gonna say, ‘Am I glad, or ain’t I?’”

 

And that’s when I knew
That the man had been through
Lots of April Showers.

-jenn long