From my mother's hands
At some point she walked up the hill to the old house plot where the special daffodils grew. She got on her hands and knees to dig in the moist soil of ghost hollow to retrieve the bulbs.
Did she hear the screams of the flaming bride on the wind?
Spring is here and the winter of dangerous fireplaces is long gone...
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