MISS  GERANIUM

Elizabeth Gerringer

Miss geranium is from elegant gardens,
Could grow through stones.

Lavendar and white,
And some of the deeper tones.

Today, she lived in a churchyard.
It rained, creating many cousins.
Who thrived on fresh air
And could grow by the dozens.

One day, there were crowds of daffodils, Causing some quandry.

A wedding party appeared.
The cake needed decorating.

Since the daffodils were lovlier,
They were cut and placed on the cake

Miss Geranium lives,
Indestuctible.