I'll tell you how it happened
That I came upon this blue
Inside my dad's greenhouse
I bet you'd love it too.
Forget-me-nots they are called
And don't they blend right in?
If I hadn't nabbed them
They couldn't add to the blend.
For you see, my dad had died
It was hard for me to see
His greenhouse so desolate
I wondered... how it could be.
I felt way down deep in my bones
A pot of blue was there for taking
It was like my dad was saying
"Goodbye" as my heart was breaking
The beauty of life and nature is still with the muse of death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A moving piece, lovely plants