To Bloom For You

Though the weeds grow thorny, and spindly vines enmesh your tombstone, you are not forgotten.

Today, we’ll pull the weeds and vines, toss them to the winds, then plant red roses to adorn your epitaph.

We’ll sow a mantel of blue forget-me-nots to shade you from the sun, and trim it with orange marigolds– torches for a moonless night.

And in the late, late autumn, when all has turned brittle and brown, you’ll not be forgotten.

The seeds will lay at your side until the spring, when they’ll rise again to bloom for you.