A Petal Falls

Before they droop, a petal falls,

Soon followed by some more

And that’s the signal that it’s time

To head back to the store.

 

My husband buys the flowers

So the vase is always filled

With whatever seems to catch his eye;

At choosing, he’s quite skilled.

 

We don’t need an occasion

Or a fancy schmancy bunch,

For he picks them just as much for him

As me; that’s just a hunch.

 

The local markets always stock

Bouquets at little cost,

So when the petals start to drop,

The old bunch will be tossed.