In Memory of My Moon Flower
In winter they cried ice cold tears,
each one shattered like glass
as they flowed steady and fast.
Blue I feel,
as I lost the warmth of the sun
upon your chilling kiss.
My white gown grew its roots
upon your barren ground,
it bloomed on the night
when the moon shined
full and bright.
I your moon flower beamed
bursting forth,
as my petals fly free,
they die before they freeze;
hitting the chilled earth
with a dreadful thud.
Memory of you;
My ghost flowers grew
upon the memories we grow
and cultivate;
as the stars bare witness
to our chaotic dance.
_______________________
This was written after
I left my mother's deathbed,
she was my moon flower.
Her memory will forever be engraved
upon my heart and in my tears.
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