send me some flowers

you want to write
a poem
about flowers,
but you have no
flower knowledge.
petunias, roses,
daffodils and brown
eyed susans come
to mind. but you really
are limited when it
come to flowers.
when to plant, when
to water or how
to cut them.
you used to order
flowers  from
the florist when
your girlfriend or
wife was mad at you
again, but that was
a long time ago.
and it was always a
dozen roses, red or
yellow mostly with
a lame note. sorry.
i love you. please don't
be mad at me, or
something along
those lines. sometimes
you'd send a dozen
in a nice vase for a
birthday, or valentine's day.
you couldn't really afford
to do so, but it seemed
like the only way out
of the mess you were in.
flowers seemed to do
the trick for some reason
and before you know it,
you were back in the game.
weddings and funerals
seem to be big on flowers too.
which seems both ironic
and revealing.
they get you coming and
going.