Right Over Her Head: An Easter Reconciliation

An Easter project had been incomplete;
The garden club was scheduled, thus to meet.
"Suggestions, anyone?" the woman asked.
The plan for Easter Sunday was their task.
But no one really seemed to be amazed
When she turned and out the window gazed.
Thoughts like majestic, monarch butterflies
Poured forth from those who saw themselves as wise.
Ideas fluttered all around the room;
A few were mocked by those still in the gloom.
A beautiful, white lily as the theme,
Precariously perched, to some did seem.
Throughout the garden club, a gentle sigh,
A quiet whisper, someone asking why.
"An Easter lily theme; perhaps she's bored?"
"Why this theme, so perfect, just ignored?"

The woman did not turn; nor did she speak.
A man stood up; the meeting at its peak.
"I wonder where her mind is at?" he said.
"I think that it went right over her head!"
A smile, then two, the man's words were heard,
And open laughter twittered like a bird.
The silent woman still locked in a daze;
It did not register, nor did it faze.
Her face glowed brightly. One might say, she beamed.
Something had silenced her, or so it seemed.
With shining eyes fixed on the setting sun,
She seemed oblivious to what he'd done.
Attempts to get attention by the crowd;
Still no reply to words spoken aloud.
As non-responsive, she was lost in thought.
Was this a seizure others had just caught?
"Maybe it's love or an epiphany?"
"Is there a difference?" None anyone could see.
The woman turned around and then she smiled,
The Easter conflict had been reconciled.

A woman's silence is subject to interpretation.