She never liked bouquets as a gift.she said they were ornaments for graves.She preferred to watch the flowers in her gardenreceiving the sun, the rain,and opening their petalsexquisitely every morning.But one day his eldest daughter,sent her a magnificent bouqueton the day of her birthday, andher surprise embellished that bouquetsent from afar with love!She kept some petals among her books,wanting to feel again, when opening,the aroma of the kisses hidden on each flower!Poems to my Mother - 14 January 2022Ivonne Coronado Lardé
