strolling down the winding path
scented herbs grow wild

we three picked and squashed and breathed
in sun that warmed our smiles

this flower that leaf gathering
lavender rosemary mint

all in a blade of grass bouquet
stifled air so sweet

these are for a princess
beautiful do you know who?

gazing lazy at a fuzzy sky
shaking a head askew

unsuspecting of child felt love
unconditional and true

looking at me with hands outstretched
she said — they are for you.

©Julie Proudfoot