"Time to Bloom 1"Mixed Media on Paper, 18 x 24 in.
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Where has she been? Looking back, she realized she is no longer her 'little bud'. She has fully blossomed, ripe for the picking.
As much as she wanted to get her for herself, she cannot. This time, she belongs to someone else. There, with him, she'll spread her own seeds and plant a garden of their own.
My time to nurture her has come to end, she said. She is yours now. Hold her gently and don't let her wither away. Her heart twitched with pain and bliss as she let her go.
You'll forever be my 'little bud', she whispered as tears dropped on her petals.
As much as she wanted to get her for herself, she cannot. This time, she belongs to someone else. There, with him, she'll spread her own seeds and plant a garden of their own.
My time to nurture her has come to end, she said. She is yours now. Hold her gently and don't let her wither away. Her heart twitched with pain and bliss as she let her go.
You'll forever be my 'little bud', she whispered as tears dropped on her petals.
P.S. Friends, this post is a special tribute. Watch out for the second part of the story. Post your comments and let me know who you think this tribute is for.
