From forth a seed did I once sprung, sweetly,
in candor, came I, the stolen seraphine, sorrowed,
in lack of chorus not present in thee.
Dandering in dandelions did I stroll, searching,
in eyeing, expectations I, the lost lyre, broken,
in flowers not furnished upon my resting.
Recluding to reserviors did I subside, solitary,
in weeping, waining I, the mangled melodian, outcast,
in loveless occurences of parental insanity.
Seraphine- a reed instrument
Lyre- stringed instrument, like a harp
Melodion- a small accordion
This poem can be read on poetry .com –http://poetry.com/poems/210764
– PARENTS- LOVE YOUR CHILDREN, THEY ARE THE FLOWERS YOU SHOULD ALWAYS WATER—