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They Call Me Flower Child
When I was in about fifth grade I went with my dad to one of our many trips to his friend Dave’s parent’s house. I’ve been going there for as long as I can remember. The house was huge and really, really old and they owned a crawfish pond and a large amount of land all around. It was one of my favorite places to go when I was younger. We all went walking in the woods to make trails and ride 4-wheelers and in the midst of being there my dad picked a flower and gave it to me. It was tiny and colorful, a simple flower but yet it is still one of the prettiest flowers I have ever seen. I believe its meaning from that moment brought all of the beauty to its simplicity. I kept it in a safe place until about seventh grade when I bought a silver necklace that opened. It had little designs shaped with the silver so you can kind of see inside. I put the flower he picked for me those few years earlier into the necklace. To this day I still have the little flower in the necklace and you can see its aging through the little silver designs, but its meaning to me has only grown. When I look at the necklace with the soul filled and heartfelt flower inside I am back flowing through all of my memories of me and my dad. There is no negative energy from it, just euphoria and maybe a little nostalgia for my childhood. I have not looked at it or held it in a long, long time and now that I am sitting here writing this and holding the flower it me makes me realize how the little moments are what matter the most, to me at least. Something so simple brings me to a peaceful atmosphere. I do not even know if he remembers that day and I definitely know he does not know I still have it or what it means to me; I will tell him one day. This is one of those memories that shaped me, no matter how small it seems in the eyes of someone else. This flower means so much to me. It scares me to think that was seven years ago, it seems like yesterday. Just like the flower I am going to remain free and growing on the inside, what my dad would want. I think it is very symbolic of us two and our relationship. I will carry my flower and its secret life for ever and ever.
Article posted April 22, 2012 at 09:31 AM •
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