Whenever I Saw You I Handed You a Bouquet, and

what about those nosegays?! If you were to return

I would give you more, for all you have given us, for

your going first. Those posies might have a

peony, a freesia, a tulip — an eye snack

and nostril snack, I could not get enough of

giving you coronation bundles, handing them

and almost bowing, tongue-tied with

respectful adoring, with gobbling

the sight of you the sound, the bouquets saying mother-

— we would not be here, without your song, your eye.