Roses in May remind me of making rose jam with Annie.
"May is the perfect time" Annie would say, "to pick the tender grape leaves." (For dolmas.)
The last day in May is when Annie celebrates her birthday.
Today while visiting Annie she said,
"My Corey."
She hasn't been able to say that in several weeks.
Then she took my hand and held it to her cheek.
A river over took me.
May… you will remain sacred to me.
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