By Judith Viorst
One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?
The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.
And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun are done.
I do not want them done
I hope you'll enjoy my pinks for Pink Saturday.
This is the china cabinet in my breakfast room
Thank you for stopping by and have a great weekend~Clara