She watered the flowers for her daughter’s grave,
She kept all her secrets bare and unrefined
Except the finding of a cancer that was an early demise.
Fighting and struggling with unrest each and every day
Until the near end of her day-screaming for sudden peace,
I do not know..,-maybe it came in undeserving capture
Where there are no arms and heart to hold,
And only in bitter relief she lived until
Her day no more, I never want that embellished feeling of remorse,
I’d rather be free running with the wind of time
To capture my death when I am no more
Knowing that my deeds fared well
In the giving of flowers while I am alive
Wherein this simple relief is free and unbound in true nature.