So small
A simple hand picked bundle
Of summer wildflowers
Overlooked by Autumn's arrival
I tie it, with care
Pulling a ribbon from my hair
And place it to dry
In a comfortable corner
Near the chair
I hope he, soon, comes to sit in
I shall spoil his tired soul
With kisses kept warm
Fill the late afternoon with song
Feed him with a stew of sweetness
And the sliced bread of a new beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see the freshly picked late summer flowers. The essences and aromas bound with love a calming gift to this man.