The Garden of Life

The world is dirt

Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers

Spring up from its soil

 

And she was the loveliest flower

 

From the broken earth she bloomed

And grew into something so much more

Then the seed she started as

 

You wouldn’t have to pick her petals

To know if she loved you

 

Her words were like nectar

So sweet to the ear

Reminding you of how much she appreciated you

 

I wish I could have always been there for her

But she said that I was the sun in her life

Because even though she didn’t always see me

She knew I was always there

 

She’d always tell me

“Sunflowers still grow at night”

And boy, had she seen the night

I never knew how she did it

 

She dug her roots

Stood her ground

Never let anyone steal her sunshine

 

And when she grew old

We’d move her hospital bed for her

And she’d sit at the window

Still capturing every glimpse of sunlight she could

 

But the good ones always go first

Because when you go to a garden

You always pick the loveliest flower first

And so did the heavens

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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