Filling My Cups with Flowers
Once upon a time there was a little girl who adored her grandmother and everything about her, especially her fluffy white hair and piercing blue eyes that were only full of kindness and generosity. This little girl marveled at her grandmother’s ability to create life and joy where ever she went.
Her home was filled with cascading ivy and geraniums. She tended them in winter inside so that during the summer, her whole balcony would be full of bright red blooms just begging to be sat with so one could overlook the garden wall of pure white snowball bushes.
A home where details of beauty and comfort were tended along with the hearts that lived there and visited there.
This grandmother was a force of good in this little girl’s life. Lessons, that flowers and people bloom best when planted with quiet, consistent love and care.
Despite adversity and sadness, she is the reason this little girl, now grown, chooses with arms wide open, to fill her cups with bounty and hope.
And even now, as this grandmother cherishes her family in the twilight of her life, her radiance has not dimmed. Her influence is still felt strong as ever. Her story will be sung with with my best voice, that of paint and flowers.
“She sprouted love like flowers, grew a garden in her mind, and even on the darkest days, from her smile the sun still shined.”