(420) Watering The Flowers - Poem by Melvina Germain
The early morning dew caressed petals
of garden flowers, allowing them to
hold their tiny heads toward the sky.
I wore the sun as a glove this morning,
covering my skin with its warm embrace, while
the mist from the garden hose ever so slightly
touched my legs as I watered our beautiful
A sense of tranquility came over me as I
stood there basking in the beauty of the day.
A slight wind touched the back of my neck
and I was sure I heard a whisper say,
I love you.
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