For Anita

For the little girl
For whom flowers
Were not enough

Unless they could
Breathe fire and
Nip your fingers

I treasure her
Fierce imagination,
Her gentle heart

And her eye for
Beauty that sees
Beyond surfaces

Note: I got an email that the Mother’s Day flowers might not have arrived, so I made these instead. Love you, Mama.

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