Floating like stars in the night sky
Tiny blossoms burst out around their stem
The color of ripe cherries edged in white
In contrast to broad leaves below

I admire their simplicity and longevity
While gracing my life with beauty
Lasting for weeks in their silent dance
Asking for nothing in return

Memories in my head are like that
Reminding me of their richness and beauty
Some desired and others best forgotten
All contributing to my well-lived life

When I am gone what will happen
To these precious memories
Will they continue in stories told
Or written on pages left behind

Like the blossoms
It doesn’t really matter
They found their purpose
Existing in my experience


Donald W. Mathews
Spring 2019