"My Flower is Gone"
My flower is gone, but not forgotten,
I remember how is bloomed and brought me sunshine.
My flower is gone, but not forgotten,
I remember when the rain fell on it and it hanged low.
My flower is gone, but not forgotten,
I remember when the ice settled on it and it froze.
My flower is gone, but not forgotten,
I remember when the flower was plucked,
My flower is gone, but not forgotten.
I remember my flower, the color and the smell.
The joy is brought and the pain in passing.
A flower just for me, for a length of time,
gone, but never forgotten.
Lorraine Watkins Hulse, Author