My sister and her husband arrived with a bouquet.
Revealing all the colors of June.
Illuminating the kitchen, buoying spirits.
Daisies, mums, Peruvian lilies.
Snapdragons, Japanese irises.
A toast to our dual festivities.
Birthday and wedding anniversary.
Only last week.
Already marked at the seashore.
But, they persisted.
Despite the cruelty of racing time.
Their own health issues.
Busy schedules.
Sibling and her mate.
Filling the gap.
Where our own mother used to stand.
At the forefront of congratulations.
Making sure each occasion acknowledged.
Duly noted.
Be it with party, card, dinner, gift.
So, there it was.
Perfume in a vase.
Wafting felicitations.
And memories of our mother.
A special visit remembering us
with a floral serenade.
Who expected maternal breath
to help us celebrate?
Lynn Benjamin
June 23, 2024
