How the Roses Lost Their Petals

A poem about kids

Petals are scattered across the grass

From yesterday's child's play,

Like white confetti beneath the bushes

Icebergs bloomed in May.

This was no wedding that took place

Between brother, sister, or dolls.

No, these are the remnants left behind

When fury seized the smalls.

I do no understand their thoughts

When petals they plucked off.

Perhaps they thought they'd h…