Flowers

All the flowers of my lifetime Are spread across the sky A panorama of hues And sizes Multicoloured Multi-shaped Whirling swirling in a dance Their perfume overwhelming Setting my sense spinning Until mentally I join them And in my exhilaration Realise This isn’t dreaming This is just dying And it’s natural I cared for my late wife for nearly two years. Towards the end she was so happy, and died with the most beautiful smile on he face. Perhaps this is what she was seeing.