Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low
Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know
Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form wee seed
Now, your hands place them in a vase as you saw first your friend in need
Pale gladiolas point blossoms out, flute-formed grace artistically spread
Such beauty to praise the Artists Hand, with you as gardener, your hand is led
Love is something we do, my friend, come from depths of inner heart
Of a friend who reaches out her hand says “I care” with flowers taking part
Let joy these bring be lasting beyond time when blossoms fall
Because thoughtfulness remains unblemished, giving of oneself is best of all
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low
Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know
Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form wee seed
Now, your hands place them in a vase as you saw first your friend in need
Pale gladiolas point blossoms out, flute-formed grace artistically spread
Such beauty to praise the Artists Hand, with you as gardener, your hand is led
Love is something we do, my friend, come from depths of inner heart
Of a friend who reaches out her hand says “I care” with flowers taking part
Let joy these bring be lasting beyond time when blossoms fall
Because thoughtfulness remains unblemished, giving of oneself is best of all
Written by Imelda Dickinson for a dear, cherished friend. October, 1982
www.ImeldaDickinson.com
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