Generational love

Three flowers, dancing in the flow of life,

Allowing themselves to be, just be.

Nestling on the grassland of comfort and safety,

Held by the delicate stem of sanity.

Standing strong in the midst of heavy forces,

Floating as lightly as the colours of the petals.

Smudged by experiences, they blossom and glow,

Pushed in different directions, pulled in through love.

Protected by the shade of divine presence,

Encouraged by the subtle nudges from the universe.

Honouring the life that gave them life.