Funeral Lilies
by Catherine Hathaway Soon I will join the soil which feeds my blossoms. Lilies, my favorite bloom, in peach-pink and tiger and New England-sunset red pushed up by my compost. They will come for awhile, and tend to my babies. When they stop, or die, I'll join the air. Once again I'll leave my children, and atoms clinging, peace envelops me. How luck rains from sodden skies to be a flower before the final wilting. Return to:
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