Here’s yet another post where a poem is just going to have to say it all. An original by me.
Hope you had a great weekend.
By Jessica Scott
Life is gone, the flower has bloomed and faded,
is withered brown, and drying
on the stalk. Winter has sent it to its rest.
There is no spring coming to breathe new life into it.
But the seeds the flower created, hope in miniature,
They hold the promise of a brighter future,
Not for the one that died,
But for those who come after.