When my Mother was alive, I
was not a big cemetery visitor and she held very little hope of me
visiting her gravesite let alone decorating it. I think she would be pleasantly
surprised to discover her first-born child to be a regular visitor.
Last Mother’s Day I planted
a bleeding heart by her grave. In our geographic area, the bleeding heart
blooms in May just in time for Mother’s Day. Small, perfect hearts adorn the
perennial making it a perfect plant to remember mothers; at least in my humble
opinion. With a little hope and a little rain, my plan was for bleeding hearts
to decorate Mom’s grave each Mother’s Day.
It was a good, well thought
out plan until the cemetery landscape crew weed whacked my bleeding heart in
its first year of life. Shame on them! Today, I found my bleeding heart a mere
three inches tall and struggling to survive.
I will wait and see if my
little plant survives. But not to worry, the good news is that maternal love
survives generations.
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| My Mom taught me about motherhood. |
Have a Happy Mother’s Day!
Linda
How sweet and thoughtful an idea your bleeding heart plant was. I think the struggle this little plant has entailed, shows the true spirit of families and the will to survive all obstacles. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteCarol, thanks for your ever thoughtful comments.
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