Flying through the door flowers cupped in hand,
eyes bright as the noontime sun,
wind whipped hair,
and
grass has left its mark on tiny knees.
All to present the precious gift to Mom
Flowers – though just the pretty parts
not one has a stem.
Dandy – little – lions
only the biggest ones
were right for Mom’s Great Gift!
Wasn’t Mother’s Day, just a day like any other,
IT was a Day that
Mom deserved some
Bea-U-TIFUL flowers!
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