Through the open window

the smell of onions drying -

my incense burned up

Yellowed photographs -

the scent of her father's

cigarette smoke

Suddenly

the brooch flutters off

from her sun hat

The grey hair

of my mother lights up -

evening sun

A butterfly
on the lace curtain -
first kiss

One year later -
sunflowers still bowing
their heads

Weeding
the lavender -
intoxicated