Wild Flowers

Each April
after spring has declared itself,
in remembrance
of the dearly departed,
a day is set aside
for gathering wild flowers to
honor them.

One for Father,
another chosen for Mother,
a basket filling
as she dutifully remembers
in her sixtieth year
all those severed branches
from the family tree.

In seasons past,
the total could be crowded
into a single vase,
but this April it takes two
to accommodate
the aromatic bouquet their
memory exudes.

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