She has held out to me
flowers since Sunday
(maybe 7 or 6)
and this morning, a teensy white flower, another purple, and then
the dandelion, which is her flower, called tanpopo in Japanese.
the one assigned her at preschool,
stitched to the inside of her red hat (boshi)
and sealed on her coat rack,
sock bin, everywhere her name is; there is frilly solid tanpopo like soft fringe.
This morning we tested her running
legs beside and in front of our bike,
the whole whole way,
picking flowers calling cats,
noticing differences between dogwood and sakura.
And after we blew dried up seeds
and taught her brother,
she picked one for my ear.
All morning compliments
on our treasure on my gift–
solid, stuck like a rock and you
it would not blow off
not round corners
not with wind
not with anything.
stuck like the beauty