Will the flowers come in time I ask, I am fearing that they won't. There is someone waiting for them Lord, and praying for them too. It's early in the spring I know, and to cold for them to show. But if it could happen just this once, I shall never ask again. It's a lot to ask, along with all the rest. We are so afraid of loosing her, and this is all she's asked. I know you have a place for her, standing by your side. I hope that there are flowers there, they didn't come in time.
Very touching poem that reminds me of a good friend who may very well have been your sister. She was a very sweet and loving person.
Until the very last moment ... may you be at peace,
Lanette
"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own." ~Salvatore Quasimodo~
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Greetings, Very touching. The simple things of life are what matter the most and give meaning to everything (and I quote "Volver A Creer"). Take care, be well. All of you.
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