Cut Flowers Poem by AHO Speaks

The flowers were cut before their time
A fragrance which never wafted from yours or mine.
So strong was their stem of green
Forever missing and never a part of the earthly stream.

Too early were they that were children of yours and mine
If only we could have spent a few more hours of our time.
Such a good looking, healthy young man was he
Seed of my seed; no longer part of me.

When he left he said he would be back
My God; my life; has a void and I do lack.
I let him go for I knew he would return
My God; my God I will forever yearn.

My purpose; my life, my being is now gone
Missing and sour are the notes of my song.
The flower should have had its turn to bloom
To share itself with another under an August moon.

My despair resides eternally with thee
In the belief that you will renew you see.
So God what you gave can be taken away
Thank you for the moments and the very last day.