Heather Saunders Estes

For some of us, May can be a cruel month, but flowers, blue skies, and memories bring pleasure and gratitude.

For Two Young Brothers
and My Two Old Brothers

The red-brown trillium is blossoming.
It is May, the death month for mothers,
at least yours and ours.

Maybe lily-of-the-valley and cardinals
reassured them we will be safe.
And helped carry their last breaths

and last gaze
to the crowns of the trees that thrive
in our gardener-mothers’ hearts.