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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