Rocking Yellow Flowers
By mcl
He would have been eleven today, Eyes glinting by candles, making wishes, Dreaming of things he would never have Places he would never go. Instead we drive through granite rows of Immortalized names, yellow flowers Nestled in my lap as his coffin had been, Silently rocked by his last lullaby. Sweet little one, we sing for you today To the rhythm of the raindrops On your gravestone. Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 25 2001 12:54 AM PST 0 • 1
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