A Bouquet of Flowers

*** I saw a bouquet of flowers. Hung on a tattered door. The old house where it hung,  was decaying, dwindling and worn. If a house could whisper its story, It would utter a lifetime of trials. A young, newlywed couple, shall face the unknowns of life. The first chapter of their lives began. The moment they step through the door, In love, they'll walk hand in hand. Placing faith and hope in God. God blessed them with ten children. Within these walls, laughter and life. The house was filled with love But with life, there were some heartaches.   Sickness struck the youngest child. And God did call her home. In tears, they clung to each other. Placing faith and hope in God. Years have passed, the children are grown. They have children of their own. Once, a newlywed couple,  now celebrating their 50th. Now, in their late nineties, Their love is very strong. Sick and frail, they lay side by side,  Their memories began to fade.  They placed their faith and hope in God. Holding hands in eternal love. They walked across the threshold. Of heaven's golden shore.   3/25-26/22 A BRIAN STRAND 1097 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 3/27/22 ~ 1st ~ ~ When you see a wreath or flowers on a door, it’s also a way to show the community that the family is in mourning. This could encourage neighbors and family to bring forms of support~