The Pledge

A pink blossom handed over
For safe-keeping while it wilted,

Handed by offspring to parent,
Who made a show of saving it

As a way of acknowledging
That the offspring loved the parent—

A gesture that’s been enacted
In many forms and with many

And various sorts of objects
Playing the part of affection—

What was its enduring value?
Many would say sentimental,

But it’s somehow vaster than that.
I would rescue you, if I could.