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Marigolds

Tumble inwards, 

Collapse with grace and poise. 

If you’re going down sugar, 

Best your fall be, 

As delicate as petals. 

From the oh-so-sweet marigolds. 

That I’ve raised and nurtured,

In three cracked homes of, 

Cheap, brown pots. 

Blooming into lively yellows, oranges and reds. 

To remember and respect the dead. 

That takes and takes, 

But never gives back. 

Our love. 

Our happiness. 

Our memories. 

Far too short-lived, 

Than love, happiness and memories should have ever been. 

I’m afraid that I’ll forget. 

How to be happy, 

Without you here. 

So tears flow on end, 

Whenever and wherever I remember, 

That you were my dear. 

- (d.n.k)