My Son Gifted Me a Rock

My little son gave me a rock today,

nobody dares call it meaningless,

for I know it's worth.

He is mere 3.5 in age,

and coming to understand

that his mother is avid nature lover.

She adores its entities,

bark, leaves, pebbles,

feathers, shells, twigs,

all are sacred to her.

He has seen her gather botanicals

for art, for specimen,

pick rocks for paving the garden.

So today he gifted me a rock

picked from somewhere.

his second gift.

The first was a pineapple leaf,

from a grocery store.

I accepted both with gratitude.

It is saying, without words:

“Mum, I value your passion,

and I will support it.”

Who does not want a

nature steward as the earth suffers.