I woke up extra early
To pick wildflowers from the meadow
I gathered goldenrods and roses
And picked some baby's breath
I watched the dewdrops scattered
Across the blades of grass
I watched the colors of gold
And lavender infuse the morning sky
I took a piece of baby blue ribbon
And tied it around my flowers
To hold your special bouquet in place
For this is your last bouquet here
And this is your special day

**~Marian~

Depression wasn’t a joke to me
Yet I laughed about it
Depression wasn’t a joke to me
Yet I made jokes about it
In fear that someone might ask me why I had it
In fear that someone would tell me the constant phrase “just get over it “
As if it was that easy
As if I had it because I wanted it