The marigolds you gave me
Are so pretty now
Dainty gold and dark orange
I can take a bow
A bow for keeping one bunch healthy
Because two others have died
Something kept eating them
Eating up all of their sides
No thing is eating this bunch
It's here right by my chair
They are very special to me
They show me that you care
And it's hard to care for another
It's difficult to be just like a mother
Plants, pets, people, they die and go away
It's courage and work to have love stay
I want to laugh when people say
"You must be used to people dying"
I might repress or intellectualize it
But it doesn't keep my soul from crying
This fall those marigolds will die
But with my poetry I keep you near
"To nurture ones own or another's spiritual growth
With truth not inaccurate beliefs, assumptions and fear."
