She sits arranging flowers
day after day,
wrapping each bouquet
carefully in
brown paper.
She helps the shy boy
choose daisies for his crush,
the bride create her bouquet of
Baby’s Breath and white roses,
the old man select tulips for his
wife’s grave.
And she’s waiting for the day
someone buys flowers
and instead of walking away,
hands them to her and
whispers
“You look beautiful.”
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC
She sits arranging flowers
day after day,
wrapping each bouquet
carefully in
brown paper.
She helps the shy boy
choose daisies for his crush,
the bride create her bouquet of
Baby’s Breath and white roses,
the old man select tulips for his
wife’s grave.
And she’s waiting for the day
someone buys flowers
and instead of walking away,
hands them to her and
whispers
“You look beautiful.”
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