We buried you deep in the earth and watched daffodils grow. Whispered secrets to your bones. You didn’t tell the souls around you, right.?

I reach for memories and get a handful of daffodils. I don’t mind the gesture, so I keep them in my garden for safekeeping. You’re still alive, indeed.

We don’t acknowledge embers that turn to ash. How they fight to stay lit. Sometimes I wish I could persevere in such a way , but I like to lean into surrendering. I’m simply a human, right?

No. No. No. You always told me that I was so much more. Said my skin glowed like daffodils and that was enough for you. Said I felt as soft as the pedals. Said I bloom fiercely and I guess I’m still trying. And the best I can do is whisper secrets to your bones. Keep you buried in the earth and watch those daffodils grow and grow and grow. -AMT©️