The small boy came towards her, sunshine gleaming on the crown of his dark hair made him appear angelic. Clutched within his fists were two lopsided flowers. This wasn't the first time he had brought her flowers but it didn't matter it had the same effect every time. Her heart panged with the moment and a choke was around her throat.
"Look Mom, I found these flowers for you." said he. She knelt in front of him and looked into his eyes, intrigued by the way a season or the color of his shirt or his tears could make his eyes a variety of shades. Today they were stormy gray with golden brown flecks in them.
"Thankyou, Elijah", the mother said," these are beautiful."
He bounced away into another childhood escapade, and the mother went inside and put the flowers into water. She set them in the window and took a picture, so as to never forget the way that love can present itself. Glowing sunsets across an ocean, an inspirational song, the promise from a friend and sometimes, weeds in a dixie cup.
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