When I was small, we had bright orangey-red Oriental poppies growing in our garden. They multiplied gaily year after year until they overtook the side yard. Shortly after my father passed away in October, 2009, I wrote a poem about those poppies. The poem won 10th place in the 2010 Writer's Digest Annual Poetry Competition.
When my mother passed away in March, a dear neighbor of 50 years sent me a lovely note, in which she remembered fondly many things about our lives as neighbors on Central Street. At the end, she added this p.s.:
"Gwen's red poppies bloomed again on Memorial Day 2010!"