Precious Flower

Robert Frost style ;)

A young flower still in bloom,

Everyday I watch her grow.

But eventually she will meet her doom.

This is something we all shall know.

 

As the snow falls harder,

The more unbearable it becomes.

These heavy wings on my daughter,

They unravel and become undone.

 

The day she shall sleep

Hopefully I will do the same first,

The other flowers will weep

And my flower will gently be put into the hearse.