The Sun Shall Rise

I’ve labored, I’ve sowed, and watered Now, I wait. The sun shall rise, My seed shall grow. And the heavens shall open up, To weep. Bathing in the sun’s rays, And rain from last night, trickling down the foliage, That one drop hits the bud, and triggering bloom; It opens up, and intoxicates the moist air with its scent. I wake up to the most beautiful sight: In my garden, a rose the color of love! I will lay it on her grave, To remind her, wherever she is, (that) Even in death, she is always loved! This is today. There is tomorrow too. Season comes again, and The sun shall rise, The sun shall shine. I’ll labor again, Repeat the process, Trust the process again, why not? And behold, A variety! A florist’s pride: gerberas! The Orange one is proof of how attached I was to her. To the children, Verbascums and Penstemons. This is courage that we can brave the world even with the gaping hole in our hearts. The Gladioli go to the parents, please accept this bouquet. And to the family, as a whole, inn gift a beautiful pair, - Poppies and Alchemilla Mollis. Lord, may these hearts be healed… And for everyone, witnesses this; another pair, Tulips and Gladiolus To show the purity, and sincerity of these very words I’m penning. In loving Memory Of Felistas, R.R Died 10/10/2020. MHSRIEP rudd_poetry #PoetryNeverLies #MyLife_MyPoetry #TheBleedingPen