Remembrances past recalls average spring day
as I dropped off that plant
in a Mother's day way.
Small, pink flowers with greenery divine
many kisses and hugs...
another Mother's day fine.
Plucking a rose in a grateful son style
"Mom, please know" I barked with smile...
"you are as beautiful and fragrant
as this flower I hold
I love and adore you...
you've been a blessing untold!"
As her aged and gentle green eyes did close
I saw a single tear in the eye of this rose.
For 5 years Mom babied
her son's thankful gift...
it's leaves would turn sickly
often needing a lift.
When her health failed, so did this plant
"Son, see if you can revive it," she'd often chant.
"Please take it home with you
a green thumb, I have not,"
This obedient son
obeyed as he was taught.
It seems as if that plant was somehow in tune
with Mom's often travails and predicted doom
I nurtured and nursed it
till flowers returned.
As yellow turned to green..
Mom laughed when she learned.
Life is short lived...for people and plants
Another spring comes, not given to chance
Mom faded away
and her plant died that day
She blossoms in heaven...
as a blessed bouquet.
Mom, you are always in my heart...Ron
Postscript:
Mom died in the spring of 2001, as did that plant at the foot of my front steps. I left the dead plant there through the hot Texas summer, remembering the once brilliant pink flowers that adorned it.
Something strange occurred the following November on Thanksgiving Day. As I approached the steps, I saw a flash of pink among the dead branches, and stopped to examine. There, in the midst of death...was life: a single pink flower. My sister, who had lived with Mom and cared for her till she died, was inside the house with my family. I entered the house and wept, thanking God for His heavenly kiss and tender mercies. A singular occurrance in the grayness of death brought color to my world that day.
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