with the first magnolia bloom;
memories of you seep through my veins
like the lush floral fragrance wafting through the air;
before the smile fully flourishes on my lips
the first petals fall like tears pooling at my feet;
sweet memories tainted by loss suffered far too soon
blow away in the wind as the last petal drops.
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| Blossoming Pink (image by rmp, that's me) |
Inspiration for this piece: Today, I stared at the beautiful blooms blossoming on the magnolia trees all around here and felt the ting in my chest - the memories longing to break free. I'm still searching for the words to express the current emotions rolling round, but I decided to dig up this piece, which was written just over a year ago. My mother enjoyed watching the magnolia tree in the front yard bloom. This is the fourth spring where I watch them open without her and I'm still waiting for it to get easier.
1 comment:
Beautifully poignant - it'll get easier, but I can't say when.
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