Throughout my long life
I collected a flower each day
And I kept them in a little notebook
When I died, they were the last things I had to say
And my roses, lilies, and yes, dandelions too
Throughout time had begun to rot
But one flower surpassed my days
The victorious blue of a forget-me-not.
this is my 62nd poem, obvi, written on 12/6/23
