Aunt Dee's Daisies
There were daisies at the funeral home, just like the daisies from her garden.
The funeral was so sad. A world without aunt Dee would be a world much less bright.
Aunt Dee served the best macaroni and cheese and the yummiest noodles and butter.
She painted the most beautiful pictures and played the most delightful songs on the piano.
She raised her children, her nieces and her granddaughter-the one I climbed the oak tree with.
The same granddaughter who played hurricane with me-we would dare each other to see who could
stay outside longer during a thunderstorm.
6 months after the funeral it was spring.
I was cleaning winter away from my garden and noticed that a strange new plant had appeared between the pink azaleas.
I was going to pull it out but you know-I got busy with work and forgot about gardening.
Well, a few weeks later I realized that even though I had forgotten about my garden, Aunt Dee had not
forgotten about me.
Now, between the pink azaleas were the most beautiful daisies-just like the daisies from her garden.
Copyright © Terri Stiles | Year Posted 2017
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