I heard your voice in the bird’s song

I sensed your gentle being in the wind

and you hugged me when the rain came.

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You let me know you loved the bouquet

of hepatica we brought to your hospital room

on the morning of your last day, Mother’s Day

and you thanked me for growing up without you.

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Remembering that day, I cried

you talked to me softly in the breeze

comforting thoughts of love and wisdom

and I picked all the wild flowers for you.