The Fragrance Of Love Exchanged

joy in a most delicate form

a single fuchsia blossom

plucked from a crabapple tree

by the generous slender fingers

of a fourteen year old girl

on her way home from school

because it was beautiful

because she is kind

the dog barks

excited for the return of her friend

footfalls  are heard on the stairs

then a soft knock on the frame

around the open bedroom door

she enters and sits on the rocker

for a moment

for a breath

turns her head to the right displaying her treasure

centers her face again

eyes alight and smiling

reaching up she eases the small gift from behind her ear

where she’d tucked it with care

so as not to crush it in warm hands

because it is fragile

because she is compassionate

graceful movements

the slightest vibration of pleasure

gently oh so gently

she places it in her mother’s palm

both inhaling the fragrance

of love exchanged

linking to: 

one shot wednesday

 

 

this same child wears her heart on her knee

love and bruises often visible

for she is not afraid 

to be vulnerable

to try even if

she risks a

fall