With A Flower
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the restI hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.– Emily Dickinson
I love this entry, Kath! Reminds me of our Mother’s touch! Looks like you inheritated it, too!
Thank you, my dear!