I would like
to pass by
your life as
a beautiful flower
that hung in
your life's garden,
And leave a
fragrance that will
last you forever.
My leaves may wither,
My flowers may drop,
But never mind,
My seeds will
sprout again to
soothe your life,
Heal your wounds,
and broken heart,
with my presence
and fragrance.
I would that
you understand
and nurture me,
Water me,
Dress me as
you would dress
a beautiful garden,
For maybe this,
or another season,
you may or
may not perceive
my fragrance,
but I will always
return to heal
you of your infirmities.
I only ask
that you care
a little bit
more like I did.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.
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