Flower Child #photography #poetry #mothersday

poetry penned in moon dust

water child

A silent offering

 made before you can form words

a dance between your face

colored flecks of bliss

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Little fingers filled with offering

no words necessary

love fills your eyes

daisy fairy princess

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A never ending offering

 from generation to the next

sweet daisies in your grasp

they match your yellow dress

little daisies

What would Mother’s day be without children?

This poem is for the children of our heart who pick flowers when they think of us.

The prompt for today at Poet’s United – Children

“The gain is not the having of children; it is the discovery of love and how to be loving.”

~Polly Berrien Berands

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