For my great grandmother: I miss you very much. Christmas isnt the same without you.
Green plastic and pink satin sits upon her stand.
"I'm afraid of death," She explained to me through her maze of tubes.
"Not of my own, but of life's treasures."
She scolds those who bring live ones.
They would die.
"Now is the time to appreciate life," She tells me
as the beeping monitor reminds me of hers.
The plastic and satin are now on my table
Forever keeping those vivid colors,
Never changing, never aging, never dieing.
I bring them to her
and leave them on the browning ground
The only colors left of life,
reminders of the lady I'll always love.
I came back! ZOMG!!