Flowers

Flowers for a new day, Flowers for a fresh start, I’m embracing a new beginning, A way of winning. Flowers of spring, A blooming garden, The joy of my mother’s heart, She sings a new song. Flowers for tomorrow, Yesterday was a withered meadow, Days and nights spent in shadows, A departure from freshness and hue. Flowers for my love, Flowers for the woman who embraces an enigma, We’ve climbed mountains and crossed valleys, She often tells me we’ll navigate through the complexities and perplexities. Flowers for my mother, Flowers for my pride and guide, She holds the lamp even when her hands are weary, Unfazed by days that feel scary, She speaks into the dawn and tells me to open its door, Summoning the night watchers by singing the praises of the moon. Flowers at the end of the walk, Flowers at the bedside of departure, Flowers for those who have fallen on the battlefield, Flowers at the place where our loved ones sleep. May 10, 2025.