Remember When

Darling, remember when we gathered flowers in Spring
across the creek to the sound of rushing water.
I carried a Ball jar filled with water and an extra pair of scissors,
in case.
Purple loosestrife bloomed in abundance, as did the graceful
dandelion; beautiful blossoms we might otherwise call weeds
in another venue.
You ran ahead and called out "finds" and we stuffed
the jar to maximum capacity.
Remember, Darling, how every year you could reach
a little higher to snip an errant lilac sprig,
our collection broaded to include more color and scents.
Tonight I walked on the path overlooking our wild garden
and remembered the uneven braids, mismatched socks,
and indomitable enthusiasm. my heart ached for the
sweet tenderness of those moments.
Darling Daughter, let us not forget those days
of innocence and wonder in Spring.