How was your day honey?'' Her Father asked
''This is what happened'' she said. ''Let me tell you the simple story''
Skipping, dancing prancing, jumping twirling
The flowers in the yellow filled flower meadows stretched mile upon mile upon mile
My smile told of happy moments
Singing,dancing, gleefully content
A buttercup in my hand, I sang
''He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not''
Yellow petals pulled from it's home fluttered into the sky with each lamentation
Holding the flower with one petal left, I screeched
''He loves me, he loves me!''
Pink ribbon in my hair, white cotton summer dress and loose strappy sandals
I was the epitome of all things sweet in a young sweet girl
My friends giggled along with me
''He loves you'' They screeched
I clutched on to my dismal looking flower
Running towards the van that stopped alongside the yellow filled meadows
''Ice-cream time!'' We screamed in unison
Impatiently tapping our feet at the young boy and his girl love in front
''What do you want Baby?'' He crooned, ''Anything for you''
''This one.'' She pointed to the extravagant chocolate tipped cone with promises of sweet vanilla and caramel droppings
''He loves me!'' I trilled holding up my flower
Sun shining down, us sweet young girls smiled and giggled in anticipation of our choice
My smile turned upside down as the young boy and his girl love turned to walk away with their chocolate vanilla caramel delight
Familiar in face, stature and words I stopped him and cried
''You said you loved me! Who then is she?'' My finger pointed at the intruder, waving my one petaled flower in his face in distress
''She's my girl. And what?'' He swaggered
Tears rolled down my face
''Is this what happened to you today sweetheart?'' Her Father consoled her
''What you will not find in another, just know that you will always find it in me.''
Her Father held her close and she smiled and knew that all he said was truth
She would not find in another what she would find in him
She handed him her flower stem, her buttercup with one petal standing
He plucked off the lone ranger and tossed it into the air
She smiled at him and sighed
''He loves me''