Cameilla
sat down
in a blue rocker
chilled in the cold
and spotted
your flowers
peeking through
and i remember when
you brought ‘em over
to us
in a black pot
and told us to plant ‘em
somewhere we can see ‘em
and how they’d come back
each year
more vibrant than the last
and as i stared at the hot pink petals
i thought … Granny, i hope you’re in a better place …
and immediately a gust of strong wind picked up
bending the treetops over
the wind was so wild
as if you were jumping up and down waving and yelling out
YES
YES
YES
and i looked back at the Camellias
in full bloom
more vibrant than they were last year
and smiled …
as the wind settled
back down
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