This tattoo,
The one I bear on my wrist
Brings forth the memory
Of our last encounter
Before the Lord took your kind soul

Three simple flowers
A two word phrase
Unimportant at the time
Now something that means the world to me

A tradition I created at a young age
Picking those delicate little Johnny Jump-Ups
A small bouquet
Just for you

Those memories are forever with me
Imbedded in my skin
Just like you forever remain in my heart
Love you