Flower from a Funeral Wreath

© 2005 Ree Tjeerdsma

I kept a flower from my grandpa's grave,
A pink carnation, flush with vivid life;
A bud afloat in water in a glass
Upon a shelf of antiquated books.

Today I threw it out; the mold had choked
The wilting bloom, and lovely pink had died
To morbid brown. Such things remind me that
In life is death, and all things fade away.

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