The other day I noticed the trees
that were blooming with purple flowers-
so vibrant against that spring sky.
They are not the same flowers I saw-
the flashes of color in the fall
that lit up the rainy afternoon
I learned my brother had died.
No, these are different
but now they belong to your mother.
I heard that same bright day
I noticed the flowers
that she was dead.
Suddenly the flowers take on
an entirely different shape and meaning-
suddenly they are hers.
I want you to know
I understand this is hard.
That people will not understand why
you are silent or crying or smiling.
you feel sad when you see those purple flowers bloom,
but I will.