No headstone yet
I always bring a hand tied bouquet-
this time flowers from my garden-
hydrangia, bergamot, rose-
she never liked strong smells-
baptista, fern fronds-
She couldn’t breathe
with lilies-
couldn’t
breathe-
4 thoughts on "No headstone yet"
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I love the sense of eternal honoring of a loved one that is captured in this poem. Beautiful!
I love this one, Julia. A lot of tension in it. And your quirky little form works perfectly for the pacing of it!
The concision and details are just right
Thanks!