Touch of Wonder
I remember the day. You asked, “Hey, you wanna come over? Dinner. Meet my parents.” I remember fear. I must have said yes. To that moment. You picked me up. Punctual as always – seven o’clock. As you opened the car door, you handed me a white rose. From my mom’s garden – you said. I smiled – said thanks.
We drove not too long to your parent’s place. I remember thinking, hoping, praying. Please let this be real.
Those silk roses – darn, they look so real. Some even come with dewdrops on their detailed etched leaves. I reach out, gently to touch your warm cheeks. In that moment, a faint fragrance from your mother’s flower beds rise up to greet me. Perhaps this delicate blossom is right for me to pick. I wonder. Should I?
touch of love
smooths out the wrinkles of fear
fragrant petals bloom
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Written for the Ligo Haibun Challenge.