Poetry by Chris

My young son with 15 red roses, and my daughter carrying this poem (rolled up on parchment paper) walked into my wife's work on our 15 year anniversary and presented it to her. She cried...

I often found myself buying a bouquet of flowers for my beautiful wife on my way home from work as she just loves fresh flowers. The more I stopped, the more meaningful each bouquet became. Once I explained to her how I felt about them thru this poem, they took on an even deeper meaning between us. We feel so fortunate to have two wonderful children. She's an incredible mother and a great girl....