To Mom with love,
You gave me roots so that I may stand with the winds of time.
~Spring Blooms~
The chorus sings its gentle song
to greet the birds of spring.
Winter's snapshot faded grey,
the flowers bloom anew —
their roots strong and fierce.
Their pink crowns lifting in salute,
they shed night's last drops
glistening in the early morning sun.
Free from yesterday's storm,
the columbines turn
to the sun in wait and dance
without care for the morrow.
The sun lays its kiss upon each petal
dressed in their spring colours.
A chorus of pink and white
beneath a canopy of green.
Spared time's oft-heavy tears,
the flowers know none
the sorrows of yesterday.
Theirs is a song of love.
Theirs is a song of grace and courage.
They sing your song of heart and spirit,
strong and fierce
like these flowers.
A bouquet of pink and white for you, Mom.
Their untamed beauty as in heaven.
They raise their trumpets in celebration,
their gentle song carried atop
the rising spring winds.
Old and new sing their song
soaring ever higher
to join heaven's chorus.
Mom welcomed spring with open arms and loved getting back outdoors to enjoy some warmer weather after the long winter. Mom also dreamed of visiting the town of Bungay in Suffolk, England, where the common columbine, or granny’s bonnet, is a widespread sight.
Purple columbines are native to England. And while they aren’t native, pink granny’s bonnets are another common sight, along with the Eurasian blue tit, a small songbird. Mom loved the little songbirds who came to visit in spring, owning many budgie birds and a few cockatiels over the years.
From my heart to yours, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, where the flowers bloom wild and free, and the songbirds visit year-round. For heaven has no country. It has no borders. Heaven holds not the sorrows of yesterday. It holds only the love in our hearts.
Forever in our hearts. Forever loved. Forever with us.
Brenda Baker 