I hold this little memory
In the palm of my hand
A box that lurches open
With the snap of a band
Always dusty
And filled with her scent
Flowers and the breeze.
She grew a small garden
In the back corner of our yard
Lilies of the valley were her favorite
With spicy pops of orange petals peeking
In between
Tall grasses framed the edging
While Baby’s breath breathed life into her nest.
And a delicate blue bloom
smelled so delicious
It made me swoon
She dressed me up
Her own exquisite doll
Brushed my long hair
Smooth, always wild
She wrapped me up in bright cloth
Sewn by her hand
A pretty little sun dress
orange and in command
And stuck me with her broach
a tiny lady bug so meek
Smeared me with blue eye shadow
And sat me amongst her prairie
The sun was shining down
Setting me aglow
Whispering to herself softly
As she reached out
touching me so tender
She smiled and froze the moment
I did not notice then
But it is clear to me now
The light that day, belonged to her
she is my sun, and always will be.
DoRee MelNic 