Both my mother and grandmother have birthdays
in May so thoughts turn to them. Mother’s Day
also falls in May so I daydreamed about past
shared times and phoned a friend on quick impulse.
She was under the weather so I dropped off
a book for her to read and meandered back
home via the local dairy and ice cream stand.
As a treat I purchased a cone for myself, small size.
My journey back home brought me to the
local florist where I decided I needed to
purchase single roses to bring to mothers
in the choir. We laugh as we exchange flowers.
Seems we all had the same idea. A man stood
ahead of me in line trying to decide as he caressed
the delicate potted white orchid. I asked aloud
if it was real or not. He wasn’t certain. It was.
Smiling at nothing in particular except the beauty
of spring about me, my heart beamed with joy.
Filled with contentment, I returned home hoping
mothers everywhere enjoy their special day.