I remember being young and my grandmother showing me flowers in a book
Not pictures of green stems and read petals
But small, paper-thin flowers
Colour pressed out over time
Held between tissue paper
A moment from long ago warped and frozen in time
A gift from my grandfather, who she met as a young man
I was given flowers, sunflowers and small purple flowers
They were beautiful, casting a large shadow on the wall beside my bed
I loved them
When they began to die I took the small purple flowers
Carefully wrapped in tissue paper and placed them inside a bible
To wait out time until they are as thin and faded at the flowers my grandmother showed me in her book
Moments from her past
These may not be flowers I show to my grandchildren
A moment of my past
They may become forgotten, lost in the story that is my life
But now they are a moment freezing in time
A moment stood still, unknowing when
If time and grace will end it
But now it is my silent symphony
A moment for myself
I have achieved a wish from my childhood
I have cared enough to press the flowers flat in the book
And in nurturing them I will leave them untouched
Because only time and patience will allow the moment to become fixed