Lilacs were my mother’s favorite flower. During their all too brief flowering period, I would bring a bouquet to her when I visited. She would exclaim surprised joy upon seeing them, burying her nose within the tiny florets, absorbing their scent.
Removing her face, she lit up with a great big smile and then went back to the bouquet for more. I think about her, and the flowers I would bring her, this Mother’s Day, the fourth she is no longer in my life anymore.
