The Bee Box

In this small box,
my love,you'll not find a ring,
but instead, a brave little bee.
He'll be dead by morn,
having given his life
defending his flowers against me.
I felt his sting
while picking the small,
purple pansiesgrowing wild along the roadside,
in hopes of an afternoon bouquet for you.
And I grieved the sting,
more for him than me,
knowing full well the price he paid
for my small pain.
And I allowed him his victory,
leaving his flowers as a memory,
and brought you insteadthis brave little bee,
who proves there is love
even in the smallest
of things.
Lowell Parker

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You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
Out there things happenand frequently do
to people as brainy
And footsy as you.