1st Mothers Day Boquete

dried flowers bits of fragile memories pink petals turning slightly brown with age sat upon the kitchen table surrounded by babies breath babies tears fear. yellow daffodiles golden, broken hopes that trued to say just how he felt yet they couldn't they didn't. petals plucked carefully from where they lay upon the kitchen floor. broken glass carefully swept away from rosebuds red droplets streak the tiles beneith. Droplets of blood my heart , my body spilled to blind eyes blind rage. fragile petals broken puffs of dandilion dreams float away my child stares through frightened eyes as i attempt to collect my first Mothers Day boquete. 1988 C.W