I saw your smile in the shimmer of the ocean
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.
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.
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.