A warm sun kissed the auburn hair of the little boy as he struggled to reach the magnolia blossom up so high. He had devised a tool, made from scattered parts found in the old garage, to clip a fragrant white flower that bloomed beyond his reach.
The spring wind whipped her red hair about her face and you could occasionally see the faint freckles peeking out from behind her locks. Her little legs would falter a bit, as she climbed the grassy hillside in search of a treasure.
A heavenly aroma of earth and dew intermingled with the robust smell of colombian coffee in my mug. I breathed in this morning, watching and wondering what discoveries the children would make today...
Soon he appeared and proudly explained his new tool; offering a gift for this special day. And quickly, she too, came bounding through the yard, holding a few daffodils and smiling from ear to ear...
“Happy Birthday mommy!” their voices shouted...
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13 comments:
A sweet and lovely images. I miss those days of precious gifts.
What could be better than our children's gifts...thank you!
ahh sweet and cute, happy birthday daffodils...
Especially lovely! Gifts from children come from the heart. They give with such joy and such love. Happy Birthday to you!
Very sweet!
Hello Amy, thank you for visiting my blog. And thank you for this poem. I love the title of your blog; it is what each is all about, isn't it?
Precious gifts, for sure!
I have a strong memory of giving my mother a flower only to have her recoil from it - it had a bumblebee on it! LOL. I was just a bit traumatized by that event...
Your poem is a much nicer ending to the story!
Beautiful, love of children, gifts from children - nothing beats it! Excellent writing, thoroughly enjoyed.
So very sweet!
I enjoy all the encouragement ~ thank you!
...and, I've started to press those flowers. I know these moments are fleeting.
sweet :)
what a beautiful and precious moment...lovely magpie!
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