This picture of my son reminds me of these lines from Edna St. Vincent-Millay’s poem, Love in the Open Hand –
Love in the open hand, no thing but that, Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt, As one should bring you cowslips in a hat Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt, I bring you, calling out as children do: "Look what I have!—And these are all for you."
MY WALL 
Beautiful poem you shared, and such a lovely shot. I think he wants to give you the flowers. Must have spent some time picking them 🙂
I think he did give me the flowers. The boys do like picking up wild flowers and giving them to me. I guess I can expect a lot of them once the dandelions show up. 🙂
Is there anything sweeter than a little boy bringing his mom flowers?
yes! a little boy showering his mom with hugs and kisses. 🙂
But that isn’t rare. 🙂
This is such a sweet photo, Imelda. Love the poem too. 🙂
how sweet! 🙂