Poetic Nattering - Andreas Sofroniou - Bog

ROSE PETALS:

--- My pretty little Liz with your blue eyes,
And your soft little hands holding the rose;
Red, velvety and sweetly scented it may be,
Beware though of its prickly little thorns.

--- Mummy told me that holding the stem tight
And looking at the petals I can make wishes,
Thirty of them, and for every wish I pull one
And in time, all of my wishes become true.

--- My lovely, adorable and innocent small Liz
Hold the rose tight, and keep your wishes secret,
If that is what mummy said, that is what you do,
Your mummy was right, wishes do come true.

--- I picked and chose my first petal and wished
For the angels not to come and take you away,
As they called on my mum and took her away,
My next wish is for us to stay together, for ever.

--- My sweet and delightful Liz, this is my pledge,
Always to be near you, and help you grow up
Into a pretty, an attractive lady as your mum was
So hold onto that rose, pick a petal a day and wish.