Beautiful Lily

Lily

The sun was setting as Mary opened the door to Maurice's flower shop and entered the building with umbrella and carpetbag in hand. Maurice looked up from where he stood at the counter and smiled. As soon as Mary sat her things down he immediately came over to her and they fell into an embrace.

"Maurice," she called to him rubbing his back, "I have to tell you something."

"What is it my love?"

They pulled away from each other. With great hesitance Mary bit her lip and replied, "The Wind is calling me... I am to leave again."

"But you only just arrived!"

"I know. It is the drawback to my powers."

"You're going to miss the birth of our grandchild."

"She'll be in good hands. I'm sure of it."

"Will we ever be together?"

"Yes," Mary said definitively. "We will. That, I can say for certain."

"I'm sure I'll be too old for you by then."

"You'll never be too old to me. If anything, I'm too old for you. Besides, I have a feeling I'll be back sooner than you think." Mary paused and noticed the flora that dominated the front of his shop. "Lillies?"

"It's our grandchild's favorite," he said grinning at Mary.

Mary smiled back and replied, "You did always have a knack for guessing correctly."

"Please! Before you go," Maurice said holding up his hands for her to wait a moment. He quickly gathered a bunch of Bluebells, cutting the tips off of the stems and placing them strategically and meticulously on a sheet of wrapping paper. He bundled the flowers in the paper and into a bouquet tying them beautifully into a delicate blue bow. Seeing that he was finished, he handed them to Mary who received them with delighted surprise.

"Oh Maurice! They're beautiful! You shouldn't have."

"I should and I did. It's a going away present; beautiful flowers to my favorite lady." Seeing that her hands were currently occupied by the flowers he gave her, he walked over to her carpetbag and umbrella and picked them up. He bent his elbow toward her, leaving just enough space for her arm to feed through and offered, "May I, at least, escort you?"

Mary buried her face into the bouquet of flowers and looked up at him. The doors magically opened on their own accord as she answered, "Of course."

She fed her arm through the crook of his and they exited the flower shop together. As soon as they stepped outside he placed the carpetbag down. Mary took one last inhale of her flowers' fragrance and bent over her carpet bag. She opened the bag and placed the flowers inside. Before snapping the bag shut, she grabbed her white gloves and stood back up. She looked at Maurice who was still holding her umbrella and took the umbrella from him, hooking it over her arm. She slipped her white gloves on and adjusted her hat.

Maurice looked on longingly with puppy eyes.

"I won't be long. We will be together again, I promise."

"I know. I trust you. I love you Mary Poppins."

"My dear sweet Prince, I have and will always love you."

At Mary's parting words, she leaned in toward Maurice and they both sweetly kissed. A breeze picked up for a bit and bombarded their bodies. Upon impact they parted. Mary took the umbrella from off her arm and opened it, holding it open above her head. She turned, giving Maurice one last smile and then looked upwards toward the skies. A gust lifted her quickly up like a feather and within a matter of minutes she disappeared into the clouds.