Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
You bring me flowers to see
through the paint of your brush.
And as I see them take on form
there’s a quiet kind of hush
that permeates the air.
I breathe it in and understand
just how much you care.
It will bring me joy on every day.
And the flowers, everyone
will lift my spirits when I’m low
and they will be my sun.
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