*My Wildflowers
He has gone now.
And the world is less
for the loss of him.
When we met
he would only
bring me wildflowers.
Flowers that he knew
every name and variation.
Bluebell. Daisy aster
Cone flower celandine
Colts foot.
Every possible flower.
He knew them all.
Your dandelions have
Infested the gardens
Since you have been gone.
Blowing light feathered seeds
Into the breath
of summer winds.
The children you gave me
Are scattered in the world
like wildflowers.
Blowing carefree and wild.
Rooting where they are happy.
People call my garden
a **** patch now.
But I love it
Just as I loved you
My wildflower
For the wild unbridled joy
You brought me.*
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
*My Wildflowers
He has gone now.
And the world is less
for the loss of him.
When we met
he would only
bring me wildflowers.
Flowers that he knew
every name and variation.
Bluebell. Daisy aster
Cone flower celandine
Colts foot.
Every possible flower.
He knew them all.
Your dandelions have
Infested the gardens
Since you have been gone.
Blowing light feathered seeds
Into the breath
of summer winds.
The children you gave me
Are scattered in the world
like wildflowers.
Blowing carefree and wild.
Rooting where they are happy.
People call my garden
a **** patch now.
But I love it
Just as I loved you
My wildflower
For the wild unbridled joy
You brought me.*