It shows me how you can gently carry them,
It shows me how you neatly put a ribbon on.
It shows me that you remembered which one I love.
It shows me how you keep one in your pocket for the memories.
It shows me that you specifically looked for them.
It shows me that you think of me.
So yes, flowers are all that I have ever wanted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we will probably never meet again - but I will not live forever. please put blue hydrangeas on my grave - hopefully in 30 years or more