Are you… watching too?
Can you… see my eyes water?
It’s blooming, Mother.
I… see you in each and every beautiful thing.
Every song and every scenery.
Your love, Mother.
Oh how I miss you.
Oh how I wish you could see it too.
Flowers flooding the sky.
The colour you gave me.
“My sunshine girl,”
you told the world.
The blinding light,
the brightest of them all,
washing out all the colours.
A blank canvas.
for the next flower.
No darkness, no light, Mother.
No darkness, no fire flower, Mother.
You were right, Mother.
Some of the most beautiful things in the world,
are borne from the darkness.
Author’s note: We were at a food festival, my boyfriend and I, when we heard the first loud crack. And then boom, the most majestic colours exploded in the sky.
I am and always will be amazed by fireworks. My fire flowers. They are just so beautiful.
That night though, as the flowers bloomed in the sky, I thought of my mother.
She loved watching beautiful things too.
I couldn’t help but wondered,
Was she watching too?
That night… I felt tears welling in my eyes.
I wished I could watch one more firework with my mother…
Mother, were you watching from the best seat?