As long as
I could remember,
she had loved flowers
In her gardens,
on her table
She could no longer
work the land,
it was struggle enough
to care for herself
these days
Her blue vase,
the former centerpiece
of her stunning
dining room table,
now sat on a small
bedside stand
to brighten
the confines
of the only room
she could still
call her own
With each visit,
she would tell me
the names of the
beautiful occupants:
ox-eye sunflowers,
wild bergamot,
rough blazing stars
With curiosity,
my mind wondered
which flowers
I’d see blooming today
when I stepped
inside Grandma’s room
The emptiness of the vase
told me everything
before the nursing home staff
could say a word
3 Apr 2020
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