blossom

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I walked into my room
dropping bags to the floor
and shedding the vesture
of an assiduous day
when the yellow petals
grasped my gaze
and your loving gesture
grabbed my heart.

 

I have the most wonderful husband in the world, but he has never been accused of being a romantic. He has always been more practical than poetic, more playful than pensive. He knows sunflowers are my favorite. I came home from a long day in a long week and was caught off guard with the bouquet behind me.  I stared in stunned silence at those flowers and realized that he was thinking of me when he saw them, bought them, brought them home, placed them in water, and set them upon my bureau. Each step was an act of love that will continue to  ‘blossom’ long after each petal fades.

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3 thoughts on “blossom

  1. I like the poem, but – oh! – I love this part of your reflection: “he was thinking of me when he saw them, bought them, brought them home, placed them in water, and set them upon my bureau.” There are so many tiny pieces to kindness. May we remember to cherish them all.

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