falling yellow flowers

in our yard there is a stick. a tall stick of a tree. it grows at least two-stories tall and remains all year a leafless, colorless stick. last year, soon after i had come home from the hospital after losing anna, i remember wandering through the upstairs, probably cleaning, or sobbing, or looking for a purpose, and i saw out the windows that the stick was covered in beautiful, bright yellow flowers. everywhere you looked out, yellow splashed the windows. though, as quickly as they came, they fell. i knew that i probably would not see them again until the same time the following year. the stunning yellow flowers did return. i noticed them the other day while cleaning, or sobbing, or looking for a purpose. they are falling now. grace brought one in for me the other day as a gift. a gift from both my sweet girls.