Mountain Flower

I told her 

You’re a mountain flower

She said, I am?

I said yes, you have

a sweetness about you

She said I do?

I said yes

Then I knelt beside

her bed

so we could see 

eye to eye

She looked

conspicuously 

at me

tilting her head 

ever so gently 

I looked at her and said 

a mountain flower

blooms

whether someone notices 

its beautiful colors

or not

A mountain flower 

has a fragrance 

that no one ever smells 

and yet 

the breeze blows

its scent through the hills

joining with various

flowers, trees and aromas  from the surrounding mountainside 

creating a bouquet

that delights the senses 

Then she looked at me 

and said in a whisper 

I’m a mountain flower?

I nodded, Yes

Then she smiled in delight 

as her dimples danced

across her face like

the golden arch of the sun and I was blinded 

Her heart soared

though she struggled 

to straighten out pieces 

of tissue 

on her blanket 

that covered her

incapacitated arm 

She 

was  

a mountain flower

And 

I was blessed 

to have taken time 

to notice