Father and Child On Flowers

“Tell me, Father, what these flowers are for? They grow on hill, plain, forest, mountain, moor. Yet as beautiful as their blossoms are They live as briefly as a shooting star.” “Child, flowers mean different to everyone-- For some, a symbol of a love that’s won; For others, token of a love once lost. Flowers are warmth to some; to others, frost. “Flowers for the sick can bring so much cheer But for the lovelorn, they become more drear. Flowers are given to celebrate life, But more flowers go with the afterlife. “Flowers, Child, can bring you joy or the blues; As you can see, they come in various hues. But mark this, Child, wherever you will be-- When I see flowers, you're the one I see.” March 25, 2023 Fairview, Baguio City