The other day, we went for a walk with the kids in the evening. I pointed out the first daffodils to my youngest son. ‘This means that spring is here,’ I told him. ‘Oh, mammy!’ he said, ‘I got some flowers for you!’ In his pocket, a handful of squashed daisies. He’d picked them at nursery when they’d gone out for a walk. Thinking of his mammy, and what he could do to make her smile. As if every day spent with him was not already the purest gift. My elder son used to bring me stones from the school patio, selected for their beauty. Votive offerings. I am blown away by such gestures of immeasurable kindness:
This gift of flowers
small yet unconditional
token of true love.
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