Little Gifts

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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