I carry memories into fields of wildflowers.
Will they ever die
or will reminders forever be torn
from our basements, attics, crowded closets?
Sweet slumber, Sea sedge, Sweet anise.
So rare to gather with siblings,
it would be nice to not always
speak of the deceased,
look at mother’s seventh-grade autograph book
dredged from its hiding place.
Lillium, Lonicera, French willow herb.
To not carry the dead with me on prairie paths.
But so much reminds me of them.
Orange root, Oxalis, Oswego tea.
Sitting on the fenced-in patio
we sip iced tea, forage through a box
of mementos, me thinking
we’d gone through this already.
Rock lily, Rosa, Rue anemone.
Will they ever die?
So many sentences lead to a memoriam.
Spring orchis, Trillium, Trumpet ash.
Walks with these flowers relieve some of the weight.
How much time is left in which to matter?
Birthroot, Angelica, Love knot.