My Flower, Barbara

I saw the flower swaying,
with wind beneath its bloom
One among a thousand,
my gaze stopped...would not resume
It rested on its beauty,
I stared at it in awe;
Not knowing why, I picked it,
still wondering what I saw.
It took a little while,
and then I found I knew!
Just like our friendship, Barbara,
it reminded me of you!

6/1/99