the sun shines on your flowers again
the kind you like
the kind you used to buy at the market
around the corner
I replaced the old brown stems with fresh pink petals
the kind you picked when you wanted someone
to love you back
the sun shines on your flowers
the ones on fresh dirt
the ones that lay on their side and tell you that world cries without you
the sun shines on the gravestone
the one with your name on it
and those damn dates–
the ones that say when you came and when you went
on the stone behind the flowers you like
the kind you used to buy at the market
around the corner
k.a
Authors Note
If you haven’t guessed it already, this poem is about flowers on a grave of a loved one. The idea came to me one day, not in the way I expected, as most of my ideas do. At first it started off as a poem about flowers in general, but my heart wanted to talk about the ones that are laid on gravestones. I don’t know why it turned out that way but it did. I didn’t have anyone specific in mind when I wrote this either, which is interesting, but I have a soft spot in my heart for this poem. I think because anyone can and will relate to this at some point. On another note, I’ve had a ton of time to write and haven’t written much at all, so you can imagine how annoying that feels. I’m determined to get better though. Life’s been too good to forget about the details. Thanks for reading. Hope you stay awhile (:
Poignant! I’ve been missing my father. Good timing on this one.
This poem lingered with me in the best of ways, and I loved reading the backstory. Thank you 💜