At every funeral,
there are always an
abundance of blooms;
vibrant colors
to contrast the clouds
of loss
that blanket the sky –
Mourners in black,
bear blossoms of
white,
a parting gift to
their beloved that
has crossed over
to the other side –
The ones that cry
the loudest
hold the brightest hues;
attempting to fill in
so many words
left unsaid
with one final gift
of remembrance –
But why do we always
bring flowers to
the dead,
but never to
the living?
We sow our seeds
of sorrow
into the fields of
final goodbyes,
silent apologies
for what we
didn’t say
when they were
alive –
But those people
in the ground,
they can’t appreciate
the gifts you give;
So pull people
close,
and tell them
how much you
love them;
give people flowers
today,
instead of waiting
until it’s too
late.