On Facebook I recently read a poem by Donna Ashworth that touched my heart. This is the first verse.
When someone has gone,
you can bring them back
for just a little while
by talking them into life
by painting a picture with your memories and your words
breathing their essence back into existence
for just a few moments.
Image and text by Donna Ashworth
May is my favourite month. It flood me with memories and fills my heart with joy as the world revives. It takes me back to my childhood on the farm when May meant new calves and piglets and cows turned out to pasture. Winter clothes were set aside, and my brother and I went fishing in the brook.
May means Mother’s Day. As a child all I could offer were the purple violets picked in the pasture, but they were always proudly placed in a little juice glass. My appreciation grew ever stronger, and I was fortunate to have my mother nearby for many years. She is now prominent among my May memories. This picture was taken in 2002. I was with Mom when she proudly accepted the Dutch medal on my father’s behalf.
My husband and I were married in May, and each anniversary abounds with reflection and memories. Scrapbooks bulge with photos, but I respect my husband’s preference for no online presence. I’ll only say this year’s close-to-home adventure included covered bridges.
May
A fancy lady
Swaying in emerald green
Eager to impress
May waves her jewelled fingers
And rainbow colours appear
May invites the breeze
To prepare for royal guests
The flights already booked
Warblers flash amidst the green
And hummingbirds stake their claim
Paths Taken 