" My Flower Children"
Oh Night, Oh Night!
Gently Tossed By A Warm Summer's Night
I rise from a Slumber near and dear
The blue delphinium is proving everyone to be wrong
It proves they're all wrong
wrong about us
 wrong about our home
wrong about nature
 wrong even about flowers
wrong to hate a flower
wrong to cut a flower
wrong to smite a flower
wrong to buy a flower
and my littlest daughter delphinium, she
shakes her pretty curls and says, "No1"
She shall never be picked nor handled
She is a princess in a castle in a hanging gardens
all people can pay her dear little homage
this is my middle child.  My Son, Nasturtium,
is only one bloom but how loud and proudly orange he is
and my baby, a white lacy little cluster
of starlike flowers among my eldest daughter
rose's thorns, they are singing their mother
to sleep
on a warm may evening.  I am
so proud of my children.