When confronted with grief, a South Asian girl uses flowers to express a feeling that defies words.
Juhi’s Appa has taught her “the language of flowers.” She knows that stargazer lilies, irises, and jasmine all represent different types of love. Thanks to her knowledge of flowers, Juhi is also aware of the exciting events happening in her neighborhood, from the new baby whose birth requires a cheerful daffodil to the 14th wedding anniversary that calls for dahlias to the birthday celebration that’s marked with peonies. Of all the clients who visit her family flower shop, though, Juhi especially appreciates Mr. Potter, whose fascinating history and zest for life are reflected in his preference for bright bouquets. When Mr. Potter gets sick, Juhi sends him special flowers for his hospital room. But when he dies, Juhi feels silenced by grief—until she realizes that the traditional funeral bouquet her father assembles isn’t the way she wants to remember Mr. Potter’s life. Smith’s spare but graceful prose is brought to life by Asis’ vibrant artwork. Flowers and people alike pop against white backdrops; visible brushstrokes imbue the tale with intimacy. Juhi’s ability to communicate complex emotions in nonverbal ways is a joy to behold. It’s especially refreshing to read a story about a South Asian girl whose ethnic identity informs but doesn’t determine her story. Mr. Potter presents white; Juhi’s community is diverse.
A touching tale of love, community, and expression.
(Picture book. 3-8)