I stand before this yellow array,
a sweet reminder of little gifts —
of being still and witnessing life as it is
in a moment, intimating we should stay
in an embrace, linger in a kiss,
read one more book to a child
before bed, consider the blessings
of laughter, the release and exuberance
of sharing joy with another.
These little yellow flowers call to mind
a messy bouquet a mother receives
from little hands, the first offering
from an admirer, a token from a couple’s
evening stroll, the fragrance of summer.
They persuade me to take the time to sway
under the moonlight and luxuriate
in morning’s full warmth of sun.
I want to lavish in the giggles of a child
while I blow bubbles for him
to chase, snuggle with my beloved
under a cozy throw while lying
together on the floor, make a mess
while we bake scones, dance as we dry
the dishes and put away the clothes—
I pray we all stay in the small offerings
of life long enough to move beyond
ourselves and to become the little gift
to someone else.
—C.L. Fisher, April 2020
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