Flying Flowers(For Lyn)

Field full of flowers. “Poppy! ” I tell her. “Poppy! Poppy! Poppy! ” my little poppet chants. Picks flower after flower for hours cradles them in her dress. Enough! Too much! “Shhhh...! ” I tell her “...the flowers must rest...go to sleep! ” “Flowers ...go sleeps! ” she repeats “Shhhh...! ” Suddenly from nowhere & everywhere a scattering of butterflies. “Ah, flowers wake up! ” she explains sensibly to herself. I tell her when “...flowers dream they can fly they turn into butterflies! ” All the way home in the car she strokes her weary wilted flowers: “Sleep...sleep... dream...becomes butterfly! ” And then adds: “...please? ” Flying flowers dancing in her little mind totally believing in my beautiful lie. And as she too falls into dreams the car fills up with flowers flying flowers her dreams escaping into reality.