Yellow blooms
One sweet memory unfolds. Probably spoken in sweetness. A bunch of petals. A mustard twig of blooms. Yellow, vibrant and beautiful.
Probably the only flowers ever given to me. Yes EVER.
Petals that brightened my day. That day and every one that followed. Until it didn't.
A small surprise indeed. My eyes watered in joy from the small gift. Unusual but depth of meaning, so significant.
I gained looks of confusion from my mother that day. Weeds she called them. Me? No I called it a gift of a chance.
And then I bounced throughout the day. And now? Do I still bounce? Yes. That memory was beautiful. Friendships growing. Dear friend I bet you don't remember that.
Gracious of that stem of blooms. In fact still it sits in my favorite book. Yes I treasured.
Yet today as I look at the pressing and stain left inside the book, I found myself still clinging to hope. Yet that is where I go no further.
I still have it marked on the very page of my own bit of earth. With that I closed the book and sighed. Recalling such a grand day that was and how life gave answers that amazed me.
Dear friend, thank you. I still smile.
Yellow blooms frozen in time between two pages of a secret garden. Indeed I recall such a gift of that day.
Probably the only flowers ever given to me. Yes EVER.
Petals that brightened my day. That day and every one that followed. Until it didn't.
A small surprise indeed. My eyes watered in joy from the small gift. Unusual but depth of meaning, so significant.
I gained looks of confusion from my mother that day. Weeds she called them. Me? No I called it a gift of a chance.
And then I bounced throughout the day. And now? Do I still bounce? Yes. That memory was beautiful. Friendships growing. Dear friend I bet you don't remember that.
Gracious of that stem of blooms. In fact still it sits in my favorite book. Yes I treasured.
Yet today as I look at the pressing and stain left inside the book, I found myself still clinging to hope. Yet that is where I go no further.
I still have it marked on the very page of my own bit of earth. With that I closed the book and sighed. Recalling such a grand day that was and how life gave answers that amazed me.
Dear friend, thank you. I still smile.
Yellow blooms frozen in time between two pages of a secret garden. Indeed I recall such a gift of that day.
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