"Hey May can you come over here for a minute?" Ash Ketchum asked his wife while sitting on the couch.
"Okay I'm here what did you want?" She asked.
"It's Vanessa's birthday gift. I want you to listen to the song I wrote for her." He said. Then he started singing:
She's a bird song
Yesterday She's
a rose, my Vanessa
High up in the hickories.
She's a river running on
To the
silver sea.
She's the starlight
On a summer evening.
A
little rose, my Vanessa,
She's a rose
We went walking
By
the sunny harbor
The morning wind blew her hair
Across her
face,
She held my hand
I whispered her name.
She's my
rose, sweet Vanessa,
She's my rose
I rode
the late bus back to my home,
And in the long night
I thought
of all the miles to go.
I closed my eyes
And dreamed of my
good home,
And my rose,
I dreamed of my Vanessa rose.
She's a rose.
"So May what do you think?" He asked. May was wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Ash that was so beautiful. I know she'll love it. I never knew you could sing that well." Then she became serious because she just realized something. "Hey how come you never wrote me any nice songs like that?"
"Um…," he said. It's gonna be a long night.