My baby picked a flower for me
So I put it in my hair.
To show him that a woman deserves softness and care.
One of the many lessons that I hope to share.
I reach down and give my baby a big hug and a soft kiss and reassure him that I appreciate his kind gesture and thoughtfulness.
And just as my mind starts to wonder about how this moment will fare in the future.
He begins to look down at the ground again.
This time, to pick a yellow flower and gently hands it to a friend.
As I watch this beautiful moment unfold before me, I begin to smile as her face lights up and she begins to twirl.
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