I stopped when I opened the small, corked jar,
and
for one, brief second,
I stopped breathing.
More memories,
certainly
unexpected.
Who would have thought that someone
at one time
placed these roses in that jar.
The fragrance was still there,
not strong, just a whisp of scent to remind me
of
that Mother's Day,
that anniversary,
that birthday,
I'm not sure when,
but the memories flooded back.
I'm just not sure which one.
Surprise!
Memories in a jar.
