Flitting about like a butterfly,
Here and there
So much to do
For soon they come
And it must be perfect,
Beautiful
And I stop and breathe,
Taking in sweet jasmine air and remember
It doesn’t have to be
So hard, so perfect,
And I laugh for the despair that’s now replaced
With calm resolution,
It is what it is
And it’s all good.
The rumble beyond as I know he’s returned
And I scurry about
Eagle eyeing each and every thing
And still I wonder what it is that drives
The lunacy
For we are enough,
This is enough
And through the door with a burst of hot humid air he comes,
Bags of things needed
For perfection
To make it just so
And a brown bag of flowers gently handed over,
Just for you he says with a smile
And I remember again
At these moments when inadequacies filter in
That’s why the right touch
Of love,
Of beauty,
Of everything will always be enough
And I cradle each stem gently
Trimming the necessary amount
A purple mason jar gift much loved
The vessel to bring even more vibrancy
And the sea turtles that swim below
And the bunny left from Easter I can’t quite put away yet,
Like a neon peep that brings me whimsy on cloudy days-
I place the beauty of the blooms in their home
By the window view
And I smile
Because he brought me flowers
And they’re perfect.
Just a thought to end the day for my amazing husband that always seems to remember the little things that matter to me when I’m a whirlwind of chaos, grounded in a mason jar garden, so happy and thankful for what each day brings.
Peace, love and endless blooms my friend…..and it’s never too late for a bunny too….and a sea turtle making its way to the sea😊🌹
Kim