Flowers were
Pressed by Mom in books
When I was a little girl
Dreaming . . .
Mostly violets and
bright pure yellow buttercups
I remember clearly
How magical it was that flowers
Lived forever . . .
Their petals and love
Awake in books
Held safe in wax paper
While some fell loose . . .
Moms heart
Captured the simplicity of flowers
Pressed and dreaming
Reality . . .
Pressing flowers is magical.
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