Pressed Flowers

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 . . .

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Pressing flowers is magical.

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If this has piqued your interest, here is a BLOG on how to press flowers.

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~ Courtesy Paula “Poetess” Timpson ~

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