My mom’s lilies always bloomed on St Joseph’s Day
or maybe just around then,
but other things blossomed too:
friendships that lasted longer than those flowers
grew and strengthened over the years.
Begun when our kids shared a kindergarten classroom,
fostered over tea and coffee cake,
joined by others: mothers who shared recipes and opinions and lives.
While our children learned alphabets and reading and getting along
we baked cupcakes and manned parties and cut and pasted and showed up.
We were friends then, and continue today
a country apart, but still sharing, if only memories.
Still blooming like lilies on St Joseph’s Day: your birthday.
I remember.
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