When I was a child I measured my steps
With bright flowers on the narrow
Shortcuts to school. Two flowers I still remember:
The sunflower at the start of my journey.
It’s petals like the sun lit my way
I touched it not for fear I would delay
But for every “Forget-me-not”
I stopped and picked a bunch
They were near my journey’s end.
The white, blue and purple
Always seduced my youthful eyes
I rubbed them on my sweaty nose
and brushed them softly against my lips.
So many years have gone by, but
there’s something I want you to know:
Each time you rub your nose against mine
And part my lips so softly
My soul whispers tenderly…