Flowering

If you ever

saw a Tree Peony,

it looks dead in Winter.

Absent.

No stalks, no leaves.

A hidden beauty.

Not seen,

 at all in the soil,

until the spring

when suddenly

comes

the bright cherry

 shoots and leaves

rapidly turning to green.

And then,

generously,

from out of nowhere

 new buds come.

Beautifully,

come the blooms,

comes the joy

when we see

the light within shining. 

And so,

 on this winters day

as my precious mother

 passed away,

I know,

nothing hidden

 will remain unseen,

and her beauty shines

and her bloom will be

shining through for all to see.

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