My thoughts were not unusual, simple as a child’s,
I wished I had the tulips back.
Their pedals, white, were innocent…
Momma said, they gave luck, a happy soul, a future for growing old…
Especially when bad things are near.
Together, we planted them, rows straight and strong,
Mom smiling with sun in her hair.
Times passed and I stood there at barren earth, no more pedals of innocence… one stem standing, others simply dead,
I should have known.
We did not water them, Mom, sick then.
Nights came… stars…one the biggest in the amber sky, I WISHED.
I wished upon that star.
Sleep came… sudden wake, daylight, soft, I held my breath like young girls make.
Her breath so still, so so long.
Old star, I had wished upon, you did not take my mom.
Would my desperate cry soon come true?
God I wished you’d take her soon, she needed her relief.
On a Saturday morning, 9:46, mom died peacefully in her sleep, no more pain.
My wish came true.
I cried, there will be white tulips in Heaven. When I get there together we will together plant them.
Sherry Healy©️
2023
A really beautiful piece Sherry.