Such a tragedy
to be robbed of one's youth
like a plant that has been uprooted
before it blooms.
But there must come a day,
be it soon or late, when our bodies shall
kiss the earth as she welcomes us home
with open arms.
We will all
bloom again, but in a different way,
and our petals shall decorate the graves
of those who return.
It is alright to cry,
because our tears shall water
the fields of the ones we have loved,
for when we die,
we are flowers.
I did not know Andy. We never spoke, since I recently joined, but I know all too well the pain of having lost someone too soon.
All I can hope is that everyone who has ever loved him stays safe in this time of grief, and can soon find the comfort and healing they need. I can see he was loved very much. You are all in my thoughts.
This poem is for him and for the rest of you.
I'm sorry it is not very good, since you all deserve so much more, but I can not offer anything except my words. I feel as though anything I say will be the wrong thing to say, but I mean well.
It is my belief that when we die, our remains will eventually become flowers. When I think about this, it personally helps me cope with death. Perhaps it will help someone else through their grief.
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."