Enough time has passed now
And your flowers
Have become a source of discomfort for me.
I take such care to pick them out
To water them
To trim their stems
To arrange them
To find the perfect ribbon
And wrap them
And in those moments I am happy
Bringing you beauty from this world
Gives me peace
But as I watch your resting place
With colors I did not choose for you
As the biting cold of Connecticut winters
Fails to preserve your roses and gardenias and lilies
And the petals all fall off
I remember why you’re gone.
I remember we are all at the mercy of nature —
No amount of preparation or coaxing
can keep these flowers blooming
And no amount of love
could have brought you safely home.