Purple Flowers
They were her favourite,
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of the evening,
They blossomed with her every care,
I was deeply moved,
She trimmed and sold some,
Instructing that they should
be nurtured with care,
When she was indisposed,
They slowly withered,
I took over and did her obligations,
They didn’t respond at first,
But later conceded,
When she departed,
I told them,
But promised to wear her shoes.
October 16, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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