Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Flower Girl


The flower girl threw flowers
until her wedding day
that day the only flowers
she threw was the bouquet.

She spent her marriage putting flowers
on the table in a vase
she spent her lonely hours
putting flowers on her pain.

But it never got more beautiful
and her 'true love' never changed
into the handsome prince of fairytales
that would sweep her tears away.

So she planted a flower garden
and moved her heart outside
she lived in the flowers
until in the flowers she died.

They buried her in flowers
and planted her outside
on a gravestone of flowers
they wrote, 'Beloved Wife'

and then put flowers on her grave.

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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