Poet Grandma

Tuesday's Grand Connection Thought

by Mary May Larmoyeux

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Last Tuesday I went down memory lane and recalled some of the handpicked wildflower bouquets that I've received over the years. Could there be a more meaningful gift than fresh flowers picked with love by little hands?

If you've read the e-zine Encouraging Women with Hearts for Their Homes, the name Rita Goodgame probably sounds familiar. She's not only a wonderful poet, but also a very dear friend. Over the years, she's received many bouquets from her children and grandchildren, but perhaps none as rare as the one she wrote about in her beautiful poem below. Enjoy!

Fleeting Moment
by Rita Goodgame

In a garden by the porch a

friend sips afternoon

tea with me.

We hear sounds of child play and

watch my two young daughters

flaunt bouquets of wild flowers.

Spring perfume mingles with earth-laden roots

that dangle below the girls' knees.

The dirt tangles do not hamper

their rhythm

of

high-held-bouquet-chase. We

muse...a new game?

In silence, they approach ...

hands behind backs. Small

fingers merge two

bouquets into one.

For a brief moment of stasis,

in awesome majesty,

Spring's first butterfly

crowns my prize of golden splendor.

My friend speaks.

"Queens have not received a gift so rare."

The vision of my children presenting

wild flowers

topped with a butterfly

is etched

forever in my heart.

Have a great week!
Mary
Mary May Larmoyeux
co-author of The Grand Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild's Heart

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