MY FUNERAL FLOWER
There once was a flower, so white and pure,
That for a moment I caught my breath.
It made me feel there is more to here,
Instead of feeling I have nothing left.
It was lacey and sweet with a touch spice,
And I want it with me all the time.
But it's bitter sweet, this flower so neat,
That I imagine it could never be mine.
I first saw it when my pawpaw died,
And I look for it everywhere we go.
Wanting just a peek of the flower so sweet,
Because it's my little bud of hope.
Sometimes I wondered if I’d only imagined it,
Since I've yet to see it again.
Until I realized it was so very real
Today, at the funeral of a friend.
