Flowers...For Me

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.

Hung them and dried them

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.

 

Hydrangea is my favorite

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.