I weep among the willows
feel among  the daffodils
her death taken
early at her hand
So I went out and planted ten
pansies in honor
of her memory
took a Marigold in my hand
and crumpled it up.
Looked to the west where
sunshine set
above the blue skies
above this mess of
hearty wondering and hearted long pain
with soil as our ultimate reward
and only thought,
this soil brings us beauty
but pain so deep
her roots dig into our veins
drive us insane.
If only the soil had lips
where I might kiss
all her memories.