His small hand
tightly clutches the present,
the one he picked himself.

So full of pride is he
as he hands me
a golden yellow cluster
of petite petals dangling
from its spindly stem.

“I picked a flower,
‘specially for you.”

Carefully, I take the
delicate gift and
find a mini vase
to showcase its beauty.

“Oh, thank you, honey.
I love it!”

I don’t have the heart to
tell him I’m allergic to
dandelions!