Lily of the Valley
LILIACEAE, The lily family

Until two years ago I spelled lily with three Ls. Still do sometimes. Oh, Kazimir. Marlene dug Bleeding hearts and lily of the valley out of her garden for mom to plant by him. By some logic there is a connection, because I used to call them lilies of the alley, and we loved each other. I woke from the weight on my chest, and startled to find him, goblin-like, staring down into my face with his huge eyes. He would bite my cheeks too when I slept. But my favorite thing was looking out the window with him, or rather watching him look out the window. “Zen cat, watches snow falling.” I would say to him. To sleep close to the window is cat-like and good. Of course my life feels empty. The length of their lives is in great disproportion to how much we love them.

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