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LOVE is a flower
tucked atop my ear
gently placed in place
by the boy I hold ever dear
LOVE is a flower
watered daily by me
lovingly looked after
by the woman I know myself to be
LOVE is a flower
tended to with heart
grateful to receive
with each and every happy part
LOVE is a flower
growing never alone
giving back beauty
with every kindness she is shown.
Katherine Marion
P.S.
I walked to the gym with my roller-blading boy, Kaelin, yesterday eve, after a visit to Canadian Tire to pick up a couple of mountain bike inner tubes for our two tires, recently blown on one more shortened bike ride.
On the way, we stopped at a luscious line-up of hot pink Rhodedendrun's, to capture a few intoxicating images, before the sun began setting.
Sleep deprived Mommy wearing her battered old pink Lululemon hoodie and a clean pair of tights. Shining son, who would rather be at the park, kindly complying ...
Guess what he gets for a gift? A big bottle of toxic bubble foam and I get a stuffed up head from no real air to breathe for an hour; set to the fun task of ordering 2 out of stock tires at another franchise, and a far shorter workout that ever intended.
Picking lilacs on the way to lift weights, helped 'work it out'; dispersing frangrant purple flowers to a model who shares the same bottle of hair dye as her friend, passing out The Agora news, and booking a massage for later in the evening, really helped set the tone for how much better I was soon to feel ....
Upon arriving home, after 1 1/2 hours of TCM, a couple of good ears to hear my latest wisdom attained, and a Japanese cucumber; gave me the added impetus to reach back inside and pull out one more tender-hearted loving treat.
May you enjoy this precious poem ... as much as I revel being at home with LOVE!
