Among the Jasmine Blossoms

Among the Jasmine Blossoms

a key opens
my father’s filing cabinet
locked
for so long —

the second drawer
overflows with my letters:
stamped envelopes
squiggly pen strokes
from when I was a child,
a teenager,
a young woman,
a mother —

every letter quietly kept
as a jewel
when they came to him
from far away —

now that I am near
I hear his laughter
while I walk in the garden
among the jasmine blossoms.

D. G. Vachal ©2026

Image Attribution: Mokkie, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

2 thoughts on “Among the Jasmine Blossoms”

  1. A wonderful story within a poem — memories and letters somehow equate sweetly with the bloom of jasmine—I have a spring flowering jasmine here in Canada and hoping it blooms again. 🤍💌🍃

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    1. Thank you so much, Susan! Yes, the bloom of jasmine and the fragrance truly bring back sweet memories. How wonderful to know that you have a spring flowering jasmine in Canada! I hope it greets you with lovely white blossoms after the winter.

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