i remember livelong days of sandcastles, playgrounds and jumping rope
and remember the simplicity of perfection in picking flowers for my mom in the back yard
at the time probably not realizing the slaving she did in the spring to make them grow
but she always smiled when i brought her those bouquets
always put them in a vase without a second thought
and sometimes i wondered if she ever planted them
just so that i could pick them for her.