Billie would have been eighty-eight in June ...
However, she was called by her Master before
all her spring flowers were in bloom.
She was an avid gardener, oh, for so many years ...
but, her mind started closing and putting keyless
locks on the doors of past common experiences
times when a lilac became the
scent of a rose and the closer to her nose a wafting
smell of lemon grass became honeysuckle,
to her these became her most certain claim of fragrance.
We would all smile and nod our heads bobbing up and down,
like the swift spool of thread on the treadle of life
unspinning thoughts of when she could detect the
faintest of fragrances on the wind,
then name it certainly!
As we gathered together to say our last goodbyes
at noon last past, she surely was smiling down from
The grand garden up high in the sky,
for it was such an awesome sight ...
to see a sea of flowers that nearly consumed the sanctuary,
which became so alive with vibrant colors,
across the spectrum of the rainbow,
mixing and twisting each floral fragrance
known into the celebration of her life!
With the passion of her life fully on display
I could swear that I saw her bending down
in our midst and breathing in breath after breath,
whispering: roses .. carnations ... daffodils ... lilies,
gardenia, freesia, lavender ... jasmine ...
each and many more she favored and cherished.
And I smiled!
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