A flower

I sit on a
bench in the sun.
sunning myself.
There is a bench
right across from
me.
A older couple sits
on the bench.
next to the bench
a yellow flower is
growing.
All by itself.
The couple looks
at me and smiles.
Beautiful day,
I think,
the sun.
The man bends
down and picks
the flower.
He hands it
to the woman sitting
next to him.
She smiles.
Wrinkles.
Light in her eyes.
Love in her heart.
I watch and I
start to cry.
softly.
to myself.
Sunglasses on
my face, I hope this
couple does not see I
am crying.
It struck me so
fast.
That pure love.
That easy love.
How sweet I think.
The older woman
stood up and walked
over to me.
She handed me the flower.
Take it, she smiled.
I am not crying because
of the flower, I say.
Take it , she said.
Reaching out to me.
I gently take the flower.
I know why you are
crying...and
you are loved.
You are more loved
than you will ever know.
I love you.
I cry..
as I wake from my
dream, I think of you.
Crying as I wake from
my dream.
I miss you Grandma.
Tell Grandpa, thank you for
the Flower.
I love you both..very much.