When Flowers Bloom

Waiting on the moment when

The bud appears on the stem

The warm sun awakes it ever so

Off it goes seemingly slow

Then suddenly it’s beauty it bestows

Upon watchful, hopeful, soulful eyes

For its beauty cannot be found

Bended knee to the ground

Just a blink of an eye

With heavy heart

Bid goodbye

This morning while driving in the car alone (with my dog Luna of course), I was listening to Ed Sheeran’s song Eyes Closed. As the spring sun was shining through the car window, I pictured my daughter when she was in kindergarten running out of the doors after school screaming, “Mama!” with her arms wide open. I miss my ‘little’ girl so much! This is her final year in elementary school. In September she will be off to high school. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as the song played. Now, my ‘little’ girl is but a distant memory, and before me stands a young lady whom I am so proud of.

Soon, we will be shopping for a graduation dress and celebrating her final days as a grade 8 student. Truthfully, I am a mess inside. I am trying to savour morning drop offs and afternoon pick ups with her younger brother. Trying to hold on to these moments so tight as they become memories. There is a little voice inside that keeps telling me, “Try as you might Gilda, you can never win this game.” So, I guess I’ll keep my eyes closed whenever I want to see my ‘little’ girl again—my bud on the stem, if even for a fleeting moment.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!