The Love Of Red And Pink Flowers
Don't you bring me flowers when I am dead!
I don't want flowers at my funeral
I want flowers all the time in general
I don't want flowers when I'm dead
Pink and red are my favorite flowers, I said
Get me flowers when I am alive
I want flowers, while I thrive
So you think they are worthless
that they die too soon, and are senseless
Buy them for my birthday in January
For Valentine's Day in February
and women's history month in March
For Easter in April, this isn't harsh
Then, for Mother's Day in May
In June, for National Cancer Survivors Day
For the Fourth of July, bring me flowers
Flowers from the yard will do... ours
In August, think of flowers for Sisters Day. I miss her, I do.
Then she died in September, I will need them then too!
Give me flowers for Indigenous Peoples' Day in October
and for Thanksgiving and for boycotting black Friday in November
for Christmas and the winter solstice in December
I want flowers now. Every month. I want flowers, my Honey boo boo!
Don't you dare bring them when I'm dead, or I will haunt you!
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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