Flowers Of Thanks

Last weekend,  early in shift,  I had a lovely visit at work from a family that I had cared for their father and he had passed away a few weeks ago.   They presented me ( and several employees)  flowers with a meaningful poem attached.

The Promise of Daffodils

Beneath the grass,

the daffodils are sleeping,

and even as the winds of winter blow,

their tiny roots descend into the darkness.

And upward tender shoots begin to grow.

The promise of a miracle lies hidden

Throughout the stormy times that life can bring.

And in your heart,

new joys will grow and blossom.

As surely as the daffodils in spring.

Being very touched and as it was early in my shift I wanted to make sure the flowers stayed nice till I went home some eight hours later.  So I carefully placed them in glass a water and set them up on the nurses station to show case them to who ever passed by that evening.  When the third shift CNA arrived that night she looked at them and looked at me and informed that I could not "grow them".  To which I replied that I certainly did not intend to grow them but was merely trying to keep them nice until I went home.  She looked at me and stated in a very matter of fact way  "They are artificial."  I would have liked to dive under the desk.

When I got home and showed them to Bruce he just smiled at me and  said it must have been the butterflies that made me think they were real.