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
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