The Tallest Tears

Flowers-NaamaYehuda 2022

(photo: Na’ama Yehuda)

 

The tallest flowers caught her eye, but it was the withered daffodils that caught her breath and pressed a fist into her heart.

His favorites.

The stalwart sentinels of spring.

Outnumbered now. Outshone. Outdone.

As was he.

After utterly too short a time.

Her throat constricted. A reflex of holding what she’d learned would be a solitary cry.

“Look, Mama!” a child trilled. “The daffodils are tired!”

“Yes, darling,” a woman’s voice returned. “They did excellent work and are resting now, sleeping till next spring.”

Tears slid. It was something he’d say.

She should have known he’d send a messenger.

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.

Thank you, Rochelle, for using my photo for the prompt this week. And, for all who manage loss, especially of those taken too young in all manners of war – may you know that we remember, and we listen, and we will not forget.

40 thoughts on “The Tallest Tears

  1. Na’ama Y’karah,

    Daffodils bloom for too short a time, don’t they? Despite the fact they’re yellow and not purple they are my favorite flowers. They do go well in an arrangement with lilacs, though. 😉 And your story is a heartbreaker. I’m guessing a mother who’s lost a son or a young widow. Either way, you told a lot of story in few words. And thanks for the beautiful photo. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Thank you, Rochelle. As we commemorate יום הזיכרון and think of the so many lives lost, and those we miss dearly and who live only in our dreams and hearts and souls … the flowers reminded me of exactly the too short a time of some lives. And the beauty we do not forget.
      xoxo
      Na’ama

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