The First Flowers

May I always remember the first flowers that you sent me,
they weren't in a vase,
they weren't in water,
they weren't even on my door step.


They came as attachments,
in an email,
on the 8th of May.


They arrived like most flowers do,
as a surprise,
something least expected,
simple
and yet so pretty.


There they stood,
in their natural habitat
somewhere in Northern Montana.


Simple,
lovely,
very pretty.
My heart warmed
a smile arose from my mouth,
I thought how sweet
how pretty,
how...WOW!

May I always remember the first flowers that you sent me,
after I hold flowers in my hand from you,

and not compare,
not wonder,
not question,
if a flower shows up,
again,
online.