Finding a Crocus in the Grass

You gasp
and run to me
like only a small boy can

with delight at the wonder of finding
the color purple
in the brown grass
before spring has her way
with the sun

A single crocus
makes herself known
in the midst of that nothingness
so that you might pluck her
and present her
to me,
your adoring mother.

Miracles like this
are only for sharing
with this kind of unconditional love
between us
like a secret kiss,
like a longing unfulfilled
for a thousand lifetimes.