Poem 18. This one is from the depths of a no-good-very-bad year. I still can't quite believe it all happened the way it did.
By Edith Hope Bishop, October 2020

Daisy died of grief,
Rose of broken heart,
Violet died of sorrow,
Mum just fell apart.

Hellebore died at a natural age,
Iris from lack of rain,
Hollyhock perished of full neglect,
Poppy of mortal pain.

And though every bloom eventually fell,
all beauty gone to seed,
Forget Me Not stayed,
pressed here, on this page,
waiting, should we feel her need.


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