born in springtime when flowers are new to the trees
she greeted us with a cheery smile and a wave
always asked about my babies
watched them grow, remembered their names
she observed the world from her front porch rocker
compared flowers and weather over shopping carts and walks
a bright and sunny spring day, pink blossoms and freshly green trees
dear may is remembered and missed already
~the end~
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