
(age 30)
Thank You for the Flowers
You remind me of fresh-cut flowers,
that help me through long hours.
My memories of you, they are bouquets.
I carry them through my days,
to reminisce, moments in time,
to remember, reason and rhyme.
Sometimes, feeling burdened in my soul
when the stench of life is foul,
your memory helps me bear it.
The thoughts of you lighten my spirit.
On the darkest day the colorful blooms,
the sweet fragrance of floral perfumes,
bring sunshine to the rain,
joyous rainbows to my pain.
I walk in the garden of my mind
and of all the memories I find
when I can’t take another step outside of it.
I pick your bouquet and hide in it.
Thank you for your hours.
Thank you for the flowers.

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