Wednesday, May 23, 2012

deflected pleasure

A huge bouquet of flowers rang the door bell, or so it seemed when we opened the door.
Because my mother lives with us, we enjoy some deflected pleasure, as her gifts become our gifts as well.
My far away sister, pondering Mother's Day, sent an armful of flowers just in time for The Day.
A bouquet of such color.
A glowing orb.
Burnt orange Roses, flaming Gerbs, Lilies the color of summer sunshine; sweetness hung in the air.
As the days passed, the bouquet was reduced and concentrated into a smaller vase.
The Gerbs outlasted everything and are vibrant still, their many petals catching the light.
She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me!!

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