If I had a lily each time a mother hugged her child,

I’d never go unwelcomed.

For a mother’s hugs symbolize an everlasting gift,

a hedge of protection.

If I had a lily each time an infant was born,

I’d never be selfish.

For a child’s presence seems to always command positive admiration.

If I had a lily each time a blue jay spread its wings to take flight,

amazement would never cease to feed my appetite.

For when a bird glides through the air it’s a marvel of its own;

resistant to gravity, a wonder of the world.

If I had a lily each time a father spent quality time with his son,

I’d never be alone.

For when a father performs his duties as a parent, that’s initiative that never goes unnoticed.

If I had a lily each time a complement was given,

I’d never feel emotionally intimidated.

For just one complement, can determine the outcome of anyone’s day.

If I had a lily each time love was shared,

I’d never be sad.

For love is one thing that can replenish itself through the years.

At the end of the day, when I’ve collected my last lily, I take a look around.

I’d give every last lily back just to see those things happen all the time.