“may: the lilacs are in bloom. forget yourself.”
― marty rubin
each spring day
we talked about the dandelions
how the seeds
when gently blown
to fly away and be born
whose job was to
good and happiness
throughout the world
she carefully brought in
the head or seed
of a dandelion
ever so gently
into my hands
just before class
when at last
at the end of our
i went to clean out
my little drawer
one tiny blossom
in that safe haven
to be blown to the wind
and it was
a gift to behold.
“beautiful as a dandelion-blossom,
golden in the green grass,
this life can be.
common as a dandelion-blossom,
beautiful in the clean grass,
not beautiful because common,
beautiful because beautiful,
noble because common,
– edna st. vincent millay
“as full of spirit as the month of may,
and as gorgeous as the sun in midsummer.”
― william shakespeare
image credit: May Pole (circa 1907). source: http://www.victoriantraditions.com
and on this mother’s day,
i am reminded of when my girls were young and we had no money,
but we had each other,.
and they went to the neighbor’s garden to pick flowers for me,
as a very special mother’s day gift.
they knew i loved flowers.
and they did so fearlessly.
and they didn’t worry about getting in trouble.
and they hoped i wouldn’t be mad.
and when they told me,
i hoped the neighbors, if they saw them picking,
understood why, and wouldn’t be mad.
these flowers meant the world to me.
and they were dirty and smiling and proud to have a gift.
and i hugged them and was so happy to be their mother.
to all of the mothers and children out there,
this day is for you.
and to all of their neighbors.
if you see a child picking flowers in your garden today,
please understand and smile,
and wish them a happy mother’s day.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm. – Henry David Thoreau
while waiting in line to buy some late summer flowers, i heard a sweet voice over my shoulder. i turned to look, and the man behind me, who appeared to be at least 157+ years old, was talking to me. his joy was infectious, and left us both happy, after such a short and random encounter.
methus: ‘wow, a pretty girl has bought me a flower!’
me: ‘yes, it is for you.’
methus: ‘only charge her 1.98 please.’
(checkout woman looked confused. looked at the price tag again. meths laughed out loud.)
methus: ‘have you been good?’
me: ‘yes i have.’
methus: ‘i expect not.’
me: ‘are you having a good day?’
methus: ‘hell, i don’t know. i wouldn’t even know the difference.’
(another hearty laugh as i gave him one of my flowers and we each went our separate ways)
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. – Mark Twain