Mother's Day Flowers

The flower store was sold out that day. There was no price he could pay. So he asked a young woman outside the place. If he could have a single flower from that vase. But her mother needed the whole bouquet. That’s the whole point of Mother’s Day! He called the farmer’s market to see what they had. He even tried calling the local gas stations, he needed flowers so bad. But as he’s walking and calling the funeral home. He suddenly stops and hangs up the phone. There’s a little blue flower peeking through the sidewalk. It reminds him of when he was a kid and his mom would talk. Flowers from the sidewalk cracks were lucky, she would say. He sends a photo of the flower and embraces the sun’s rays. He texts her, “Happy Mother’s Day.” A flower, blue and light. When I was a kid, it seemed so trite. I liked to pick dandelions and other wildflowers, so gentle. But you told me to take only a handful. And leave the lone flowers be. Under the shade of a tree. Maybe more friendly flowers will grow. Or maybe that flower will get covered in snow. She texted him, “Love you with all my heart.” “I’m going to print this photo, it’s a piece of art.”