...lost in the mist

Of some distant hollow past

So many faces and memories

Slowly slipping from my grasp

But one face is always there

Never too far away

Ma petite fleur de brocoli

Bringing a smile to my everyday.

Now some people manipulate

Some people relish in the pain

Some so kind and generous

Who fight for every inch that they gain

And Ma petite fleur de brocoli

Well she is truly beyond compare

Like those  special peaceful moments

When magic fills the air.

Now no more thoughts are hiding

In the corner of this day

So no more rusty thoughts

To slowly slip away

So I rise then pause and slowly retreat

From where all those thoughts began

To seek, to find, to hold again

That special and very cherished hand.