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Flowers, A Poem About Death
You got me flowers last week,
The petals started to wilt and fall yesterday,
–So I carefully glued them back on.
Despite my best effort, they continued to die.
No amount of humanely love and care can keep them alive,
From the time they first sprout to the time they bloom,
Their fate is predetermined.
You got me flowers last month,
I watched them shrivel away,
But I still can not bring myself to throw them away.
Their petals cover the middle of the diner table;
Like a sad circle reminding me of what once was is no longer.
You got me flowers last year,
I had to get rid of them,
They decomposed completely by the eleventh month and second day.
You asked me if I would like a new bouquet,
All I could think about was how that first petal fell,
How do we continue to get each other flowers knowing they are inescapably going to die after a short life,
How do flowers still grow–
In the face of death?
Copyright ©
Lily Ravelo
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