Flowers

The flower I smelled from my mom’s hair
Another flower I crushed in my fingers little unfair
That flower I felt when I was grown
One flower that shivered to fear’s tune
Lovely flower my girl gave me in love
Lucky flower left my hands to caress her brow
Martyred flowers died smiling beneath our passion
Flowers and tributes to witness our union
Flowers of fame that I know not
Flowers of wedding not in my fate
One flower must be waiting still…
To fall on my grave the day I leave…