Day Lillies

Day Lilies

I have a garden of lilies

I collect them it seems.

Like some people collect stamps.

In memory for each lost

part of me,

One for Dad

One for Mom

Two for my handsome brothers

One for my sweet sister.

Unlike those they remember

They ask nothing of me.

No emergencies or

wake up calls in the night.

Hardy against the

harsh winter.

Resistant to the sun

of midsummer.

They proliferate

and never fail

to grow and flower

in abundance.

Asking only for a little water

In very dry spells

Even then in their thirst

barely ruffling a leaf

to catch my attention.

Sometimes

the morning dew

collects as beads

on the new blooms

and the morning sunshine

glints in them.

but they could  be my tears.