Blossom is the bud
That was once as naïve as a pup
Blossom is that petal
That knows what ‘being held’ means
Blossom is that skin
That feels the magic of an embrace
Blossom is that tea
That lifts up in the mug gifted by you
Blossom is that memory
Where one links up to another
Blossoms and more blossoms
In the earth that grew on the footprints you left behind…….
