Posted 2021-12-03 15:24:12 (edited)
Flower Power
Pupsitter
Grave Tender
In memory of the fallen, I take my bag and go
to the corner of the meadow where the best of flowers grow
I tend and watch the little shoots from the day they start to sprout
I keep watch over them, keeping weeds and rabbits out
I blend the magic colors and harvest just what's needed
Leaving perfect stalks behind to provide for the new seeded
With full bag I journey solo to the edge of the still living
When its dark and quiet I prepare my offering for giving
I don't know if the spirits see them, I don't know if they would care
But it keeps their memory alive and I still feel them there
I add a splash of color and I sing their names in song
As I decorate the graves of ancestors long gone
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