The flowers come and go...

The flowers come and go...

The flowers come and go

Filled with light

Breath and colour

Reminders

That some things

Can be counted on

To bud and bloom

Linger awhile

Then die

The meaning of their life is known

By the hands that held them

The bowl that contained them

The hearts that loved them

The air that was filled

With their fragrance

And

The breath-taking change

They made in the Universe

Wherever they were

-Betty McAfee


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