to remember the peony blossoms that faded fast…
Today I cut them off of the plant, since the petals were falling on the ground, wrinkled and melted, dishonouring the glory of the flower. As I threw the last one away, I held it to my nose. I felt the ruffled layers against my face. It was soft and sweet, like something your grandmother would give you, like something you would keep so you could remember her, long after she was gone.
