She didn’t hug, but her life embraced me in richness, like fertile soil nurturing zinnias. Like Earth’s dense nutrients nourishing blooms that flourish in early autumn fields.
Flowers pose grandly under a canopy sky of her favorite blue. Basket in hand, I stoop and pick her a medley of colors.
Jennifer Smith is a retired elementary school speech-language pathologist. She writes stories inspired by her small town southern life. Residing in Rock Spring, Georgia, Jennifer enjoys walking in beautiful places and listening to audiobooks.
Glad you wrote this
Thank you!
Beautiful imagery! Love this piece!
I am glad you liked the imagery. Thank you!
What a lovely tribute.
Your words painted a picture in my mind’s eye.
So beautiful! So meaningful!
That means so much, Cathy.
I appreciate that, Joy.
Beautiful!
Thank you, Andria.
Hi Jennifer. Your story is beautifully poetic in nature. It feels almost lyrical and flows well. There is a great deal of imagery and emotion packed in this small box. I loved it! – Jamison Brown
Writing at: http://www.jgbrown.me