The wait always seems
Especially when I see pictures of all of yours.
When I realize the calendar says
I have to admit they are actually early.
I do hope you're not all tired of them.
Their heady aroma
has always intoxicated me.
As a young girl,
I dreamed of getting married and
carrying a huge bouquet of them.
I still fancy lovely childhood memories
when I see and smell them.
But they always have and always will
make me think of my Mom.
She instilled her love of flowers within me.
Seven years ago this month,
she passed away.
My brother diligently cut lilacs
in the rain.
My sister and I placed them lovingly in vases
and filled the alter at church with them.
It is what she would have wanted.
Along with a lone bagpiper
playing her songs.
As Mothers Day arrives on Sunday,
I share the loss of others that
no longer have their Moms with them.
For those that still have their Moms,
I envy you.
I celebrate with you.
You never know how long you'll have her.
To all of you that are Moms,
have a wonderful
Mother's Day weekend.
You've earned it.
You deserve it.