From Death Comes Flowers

Mon, 02/12/2018 - 01:23 -- zpoetry


United States

Dear Death,

To you I've never cowered under
Yet casualties of those I love
Will tear my life asunder

A loss I dread
and tears that spread

Too often I imagine this
Though I know what comes is only bliss

You are greedy as I am rigid
Yet I hope to make amends
With this fear that is so frigid

Flowers come and go each season
To flinch at death I have no reason

And so I will say
To my family as they fade away,

To life there is no end
Soon I will see you
Perhaps as my best friend

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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