The Giver

I saw him,
Strolling thru the grass,
A bouquet of irises 
Hiding behind him.
Beautiful pink beards
Standing at attention,
And my heart stood at attention.

A man, in torn trousers
And scuffed shoes,
Caressed a prize
With calloused hands.
A trophy,
A token,
A tender tribute,
For his life-long sweetheart…
The lover of his soul,
And the queen of his heart,
A bouquet,
Grown and picked with love…
And as he laid them
At her feet,
He knelt by her grave,
Whispering, "Momma, I love you,
Happy Mother's Day!"

May 3, 2002