flowers from my
father
ravishing red
roses protest
love with
I'm sorry yellow
swirling center.
ketchup and mustard
barely belong
vase mates
with lilting lilies
singing lively
while my roses dry,
dying.
I seep sorrow
for somber
flowers.
and we
reside side by side,
though you,too, let go
and died
now there are no
flowers
silky tower
bouquets okay
for me to watch
dry up
like us.
