Belle, or Belle Donner.
Don’t confuse that with belladonna.
She has such a sweet voice. She would sing in the gardens with the birds chirping with her every morning.
Only when I was broke, did I appreciate the company of Belle.
Before I left home, I spoke to my 3 daughters.
“I’m going away for quite some time, what would you like as a gift when I get back?”
My 2 eldest daughters cried, “An iPhone!” “A MacBook!”
Belle just sang,
“I’d like a bunch of roses, please.
“None ever grows in our garden.
“But a ring would be nice,
“With a big diamond on top.”
I left, promising those useless gifts.
Although I quite like the roses Bella used to grow.