The White Tulip

In the garden where the sun still shone, A white tulip bloomed, silent, alone. No seed was planted, no hand did sow, Yet there it stood, a soft, pure glow. Its petals kissed by morning dew, A whisper of love, tender and true. It bloomed for her, who once was here, A symbol of grace, a sign so dear. Through seasons’ change, it bent with time, A quiet tribute in perfect rhyme. No words were needed, no tear nor cry, Just a tulip’s bloom beneath the sky. A mother's love, though she is gone, Lives on in the petals, so calm, so strong. In my sister’s yard, the flower stays, A reminder that love never fades away.