I dreamt that my daughter thanked me for giving her flowers
She thanked me for
giving birth to her
for taking the time to breathe in beauty
not beauty as in fleeting youth but
rather the essence of the scent
when morning glory blossoms open to greet the new day.
When wind rustles between the leaves and
the quiet of the morning warms aged bones to wake,
This is where beauty lies,
the quiet stir of a child in slumber.