Flower Songs For Emily

She lay on a hospital bed like a pale rose wilting on a pillow sham done were her days of counting every morsel of food and gram they told her if she stopped eating she would cease to live and die feeding tubes inside her nose, she stared into an anemic blue sky knowing that her final breath was near, she took her mother's hand as tears spilled on her hair of gold, she whispered, "mom, I can't " the girl who removed the chaff from the wheat no longer had to eat they placed a large sheet on her tiny frame and tiny little feet later as she lowered to the ground all of life just went askew an invisible waif had flown away without a change or point of view scent of green tea, honey, vine, moss and fruit, finally empirically ground flower songs of beauty, she ate and drank, without making a single sound as she lay on a cloud and watched the sun go down, it was the final call she felt thin, she felt beautiful, she wasn't hungry, no, not at all ... April 30, 2021