Life is like a flower garden
The beauty we once knew may be no more
The brightness is to persistence as
The darkness is to the closing of another door
With every piece of brightness comes a bit of darkness
From an open door comes one that is closed
Some of the keys to those doors will not work
Leaving some into eternal darkness, unopposed
Every flower has its own set of keys through life
Each key set is different, for example, my grandfather’s ring
His last few keys were a bit rigid
With him a purple flower he was carrying
He fought, and fought,
And fought some more
But on October 7th, 2014
That key could not open the door
But before his flower fell ill and began to die
Making sure happy he’d stay
Keep him laughing and joking
Keep him happy we’d pray
When his flower began to fade
He became more like a child, as he most enjoyed to play
Taking pretzels and making faces or having a sword fight
He loved to tell jokes but sometimes forgot what it was he had to say
We always then said to him, “Grandpa, that’s alright.”
Even as he began to lose everything, he never lost his family
As when a key tarnishes, it doesn’t become useless and broken
And if a door remains shut, when life and time is lost
Through all the time shared, lots of great memories in mind to evoke
Life is to a flower garden as
With darkness comes light
Love, and enjoy those you care about
For you never know when it is, their permanent night.
The Quill 