Dying Flowers
I hate to see dying flowers
I dislike the scent
Flowers once vibrant and lovely
No longer live
When they begin to droop
They remind me of my spirit
My head hangs down
Tears flow like a river
My wings have been broken
I no longer soar
I used to sing and tweet like a bird
Stars don't sparkle as bright
Nights are far too long
The sun no longer shines
Dying flowers
Make me sad
I don't want them anymore.
I wrote this poem displaying my emotions on the sudden passing of my dear beloved husband, November 28, 2014. I was given so many beautiful flowers to help uplift my spirit, yet in time they were all dying.