Comments : A Wreath of Dead Roses...

  • 6 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    A heart wrenching write. A mother dotes over her child goes through great lengths, yet the child never turns around to see that mother even in her last moments...

  • 6 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Oh, Hellon... those first few lines, remembering her, and having read your other piece, is heart-wrenching. What's beautiful is that YOU are a witness here, you witnessed her love and stories and knew the little things about her. I love that you shared about her box of treasures. Yet the bitterness in that they are just waiting to be collected now, lonely. This whole piece made me think of regret and the heaviness of "when it's too late". At least, in life and near her end, she had one to be with her and understand, and though it should be family too, I can only imagine how much this meant to her. Having companionship and someone to know her favorite flower. How much that can mean.