For Olie

Your sweet peas are magnificent.
They are ensnaring the trellis with vines too thick to part.
You have really outdone yourself - this melting in the soil.
The gift you gave
as fragile as a cracked teacup threatening to fall apart
with or without intention.
I struggle to maintain the illusion, it is most necessary for my own countenance.
The frame, the box, of my own making.
The promise held in the blossoms to come.