me my flowers while I am living"
Grandma and Grandpa D.
not even seven but I understood
Grandma explained it to me.
most 'the talking
things of importance,
I listened with all of my might;
Grandpa would smile and say
you forget it,
Grandma is always so right!"
sometimes would mention
people give "flowers"
a nurse who so gently gave care;
otherwise would have been painful,
compassion weren't there.
were sometimes delicious
a casserole, pie, or cake,
a neighbor had gotten at market
the time out to bake.
who came by to read to them
their eyes began growing weak,
mailman who often checked in and then
just a moment to speak.
with the pictures that we had drawn,
gave "flowers" as well;
with notes or cards they both cherished,
lots of the words were misspelled.)
who would come by to braid Grandma's hair
the way that she'd wanted it done;
my Uncle, each morning, helped Grandpa to shave-
were "flowers" from a Daughter and Son.
years have gone by, but daily I try
flowers to folks that I see;
it's a tribute to those that I love
instilling these values in me.
Dillon Kellar ~
time to visit Kathie's