Flower Child
The White Christmas FLower Child is enjoying art
and paintings and music and all the rest of it.
So far away from friend she has been
seperated by the gulf of time;
like the earth is from the sun.
Feet ever happy and always in my heart.
Beside the chamber where eye keep my Violet.
The White Christmas Flower is at rest.
She never bothers anyone.
She is much too young to worry in the day.
She folds and refolds love.
Mary is the flower child.
