The noise on the stairs awakens her She opened her eyes she knew it was ending soon. The tiredness of waiting.. .At least she is still here for the first of May she muses. The cat mews as the noise passes her on the stairs. . Even from the distance to her room . She can smell springtime it is like a last gift.
The bedroom door opens. And her fading senses are overloaded. With beautiful fragrances. It is Ben her husband His arms are loaded with branches of cherry blossoms in full bloom. He had gifted her her final breath of Spring.
In her head for just a single moment. She is a little girl again Wearing her White first communion dress.
In the background Childrenβs voices From a long past time Singing softly her favorite May time Hymn.
"O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels, and Queen of the May"
She was a child again Walking along a misty pathway. Around her the fragrant blossoms proliferate the trees.
A beautiful lady gently took her hand. As she looked behind her so far away. She saw the room Where she lay as if in sleep. Ben was kissing her goodbye. But she was happy She knew now the kiss was only farewell She would see him again.