Flowers... For Me
by Carole Smith
I have given them as I'm Sorry
have set them upon a grave.
Mother’s Day, Get Well Soon
Surprise on your door… its May!
I have written poems about them
arranged their pictures in the hall.
Smelled them and received them
…thrown them against a wall.
Planted them, watered them
tried to keep them alive.
Killed them or simply watched them
…slowly wither and die.
pressed in pages for memories-sake.
Wore them around my wrist
...put on-top of a birthday cake.
Placed them in my hair
that was tied up neatly in a knot.
Made wishes upon them
…he loves me, he loves me not.
but anything purple in shade will do.
Can’t wait to see the first arrivals
...petals moist and full of dew.
I’ve drawn pictures and scratched doodles
even have a small, but tasteful tattoo.
Held them as I walked down the aisle
…to say to him I do.
Flowers, one of God’s greatest creations
…so beautiful, so wonderful to smell.
Flowers, I love to gaze upon you
for when I do, if only for a moment, all in life is well.