I was dealing with food in the freezer,
Feeling a bit frazzled.
Is it really almost ten? Where does the time go?
Isaiah called me from the front door.
“I have something for you.”
Perhaps a bit annoyed at the interruption, I went to him.
He stood there, baseball cap on,
One hand holding the stick to help drive cows.
He suddenly revealed his other hand,
Holding a morning glory flower,
Creamy white with purple center,
Dew-bedecked, and only a little bit torn.
No stem to put in water, this ephemeral gift
Is mine for the moment to enjoy.
He didn’t say, “I love you and was thinking of you,”
But I felt it all the same.
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