Peonies still bloom along the fence line of our condo, a sign of this year's late spring. I remember many a Memorial Day when these flowers waited to be snipped and placed on graves of those we wished to remember. Irreverent thoughts got the better of me on more than one occasion.
Unbuttoned
Peonies, ants still clinging,
cut each spring for cemetery plots.
Voluptuous blooms
shameless for Memorial Day
like a coquette's rouged cheeks,
blushing pink
or matted a swan-white.
Swaying bodies, slender stems
graced the graves
of my grandpa and uncles
smiling beneath those blossoms,
pendulous and perfumed.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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