Peonies
May 23, 2019
After your mother died
you used to visit her
on her birthday
with flowers,
Texas yellow roses
you'd leave on her grave.
Were they her favorite
or just local color?
I wish I'd asked.
You loved peonies best:
their big, blowsy
spectacular faces
too tender to grow
in the hot south
where you were planted
but you knew
the best florists
would have them...
I'm too far to visit
and anyway you're not
there in the ground.
For your birthday
I put peonies
on my dining table.
The tight buds stand
straight like
young ballerinas.
The bigger blossoms
bend over,
already flirting
with the fragrance
of decay. Nothing
lasts for long.