Florist's Daughter

This legacy you left was not silver or gold for me to barter through the years, but memories of peonies, iris, daffodils, and tulips, and how you dried my childish tears, hoe in hand, love upon your face.

You've read  of  free articles. Subscribe to continue.
QR Code to Florist's Daughter
Read this article in
QR Code to Subscription page
Start your subscription today