"My Flower is Gone"

My flower is gone, but not forgotten,

I remember how is bloomed and brought me sunshine.

My flower is gone, but not forgotten,

I remember when the rain fell on it and it hanged low.

My flower is gone, but not forgotten,

I remember when the ice settled on it and it froze.

My flower is gone, but not forgotten,

I remember when the flower was plucked,

My flower is gone, but not forgotten.

I remember my flower, the color and the smell.

The joy is brought and the pain in passing.

A flower just for me, for a length of time,

gone, but never forgotten.

Lorraine Watkins Hulse, Author