In the Rose Patch
There's a lone girl sitting
By my favorite rose. Hearing
Her sob, my mind's made up.
I land on her hand.
Fluttering my blue and black
Wings, I try to catch her
Attention, hoping it'll stop
The tears.
She smiles through her
Tears and lets me crawl
Up her arm. Settling,
Only for a second on her neck.
She laughs. And with
That beautiful laugh,
I fly away,
Watching her watch me.
I land on a rose, waiting
For her to see me. She rises
And follows me as I flutter
Through the flowers.
"Don't leave." Her
Whisper stops me, "Please,
Don't." I flutter my wings,
Once, twice.
"You're my only friend."
She puts her hand down,
and I glide to it. Landing,
I watch her.
My black and blue
Wings brush against
Her cheek as I start
To leave.
But, she smiles, knowing,
That next year, my
kids will meet her.
Meet her here, in the rose patch.
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