I don’t know that I had seen that shade of soft peach since the late 1980’s; but there it was at the Walmart flower display and it took me immediately back to the day of our wedding and the color of my mama’s mother-of-the-bride dress.
I forgot my grocery list and those around me and my purse in the buggy and was remembering her soft peach, just below the knee, flowing chiffon dress with a matching satin bow in the front.
Like a magnet I drew the bouquet out of the water that I’m certain would’ve been a perfect match to the dress she wore 33 and a half years ago and I bent my head and nestled my Carroll nose deep in the soft peach roses and closed my eyes and just wished she was here.
I miss her…
The sounds of shoppers wheeling their carts and chattering brought me back to today, and I’m reminded:
There is such beauty and sorrow intertwined in this life.
I wipe my eyes and my nose with the crumpled tissue in my coat pocket and tuck the soft peach roses back in the bin; but memories of mama, who I know loved me, and that flowing peach dress, stay firmly in my heart.
I give thanks for the 23 years we shared together and take a picture to capture the palette of the unfurling roses that opened up a beautiful memory of my mama.
Then I reflect and write
In the quiet hours late at night:
May the tears wept in sorrows
water the flowers of our tomorrow’s.
