Flowers

It was joyful to see her, 
and her face light up into a smile, 
when he gave her the flowers, 
she was so thankful, 
for the toughtful gift, 
their presence announced by their smell, 
the aroma, 
of youth, 
summer, 
and love, 
all blended, 
refelcted, 
and
perfected, 
in her response. 

As we drove, 
she braided her hair, 
holding stands in her mouth, 
moving quickly, 
as if knitting her appearance, 
and perfecting, 
what God had made, 
imagining that he, 
would always be so thoughtful, 
as if shifting my role, 
from bringing flowers to her, 
to being the obserever, 
of her growth, 
from girl,
to woman. 

T.S. Deary 
9/25/23 - 9/30/23