The following poem was inspired by the one-shot Adrienette story,  Stolen Flowers  by Miraculous_Witch

Flowers for Her by Summer Cheng (

Adrien gathers up flowers,

for someone special,

he knew it probably was a bad idea

to be such a cheap stake.

What choice did he have?

It was not like had a job

or an allowance.

He stood outside the gate

and listened to the silence

as usual, no one stood in the lovely array of blooms

there were roses and various other flowers

but the best ones were the ones he knew were her favorites.

He peeked over the fence,

seeing no one,

he climbed over as he did once a week

sneaked over to a rose bush

and snipped off  the top

he did it with such tender care

it is almost as if he did not want

to take away the beauty from it.

He held the single rose,

in the palm of his hand,

and he ran.

He ran to take the flower to her.

He never did say who it was for.

A few weeks went past,

the weeks turned into months,

one day he was caught,

like a deer in the headlights

like a chicken he ran

and barreled out of there as fast as he could

and did not stop until he got where he was meant to be.

The girl  charged after him,

she wanted some sort of explanation,

how dare he come here every weekend:

to swipe buds off her most prized flowers.

and not pay for them.

It was her flower garden,

Marinette gasped when she saw him enter the graveyard,

she never would have guessed this was what it was all about

she wept as she saw him cry,

as he placed a single rose

beneath the marker that read

"Emile Agreste, beloved mother."

   She knew with all her heart,

she could not stop him now.

 Not when he did not take them out of spite,

but for love inside.

The love a son gives to his mother.

She did ask him though,

"Why did not you tell me the flowers were for her?"

    I would let you have one,

  If you asked.

      bye, bye little owlets!

-Summer out!

No copy cats allowed for the story or the poem.