“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.” (Anonymous)
Monday, August 2, 2010
Bouquet Time
This little poem came to me late last night. Fresh flowers on the table are a wonderful treat anytime of the year, but I love little hand picked summer bouquets or even a single bloom in a teeny tiny vase or cup. These simple arrangements always remind me of little voices saying, "Here mommy, I picked this just for you!"
Bouquet Time
Remember when,
Your chubby hands
held stubby stems
of beautiful blooms.
Picked with care
for me from YOU!
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