Today's poem may be a first for me. I've written a lot of heartfelt poems, a lot of tragedies, but today's, for whatever reason, is the first to actually make me cry while writing it. I was not drawing upon any personal experiences for this one, so...you be the judge. This might just be a very authentically emotional piece, and if it hits you like it hit me, I think you'll enjoy it, and I hope it sticks with you.
And have a great Earth Day! Go enjoy the world! It's a beautiful one we've got here.
She brought me a bouquet of stowaways.
It was not her intention, of course,
as she tweezed from the field’s choicest follicles.
The expectant smile dimpling her cheeks
as she snapped green stems hoisting heads
crowned with petals, plucked others
too tenacious to forsake their wormy roots.
Whatever caught her eye: yellow-maned
beauties quizzically considered weeds, flowers
red like mommy’s lipstick,
six months unused in a dresser drawer,
and a cluster of congregating fairies
she blew into the afternoon wind with a wish.
She brought her bounty to me in joy, a pride
sparkling in her eyes I knew she was used to
showing her mom, and even when the ants
claimed our vase-improved table as new territory,
I loved her for every pesky one of them.
Because we laughed together then,
and she had her mother's smile.