Relaxed in a hammock, I smile, watching
my seven year old daughter, a florist
for a moment, carefully cutting
roses from the garden, clutched in her fist.
The thorns she is wary of, bees she accepts
for without their buzzing, there’d be no roses
footsteps are left with care, leaving no debts
roses arranged, into beautiful posies.
Each one a gift, for someone she cares for
her generous thoughtfulness warms my heart
this Sunday the garden is the church door
nature brings us both closer, ‘YES!’ for more.
© Sarah Lee, 20 November, 2017