THE FOREVER FLOWER

she hands me a stalk
"The flower's dress
fell off!"

"Fix it!" she cries
I by sleight of hand
fix her flower but with a different colour

"It's a different colour!"
"The flower..." I tell her
". . .changed its dress!"

this flower
with its dress fallen off
I hold forever

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This is my little Tilly from long long ago and that flower or non-flower by the time I got it...is the only treasure I could wish to have. It's just one of those tiny moments that get lost in the flux of time. At the time I didn't write so I was delighted when it just popped back into my mind. It's like an emotional Polaroid.