Common Grief
Flowers- they bloom a day, then to our graves. Wilted, these flowers; still fervent, the bees at Mother's grave. We crowded in- sons, sons-in-law, grandsons- to carry her here. I a…
Flowers- they bloom a day, then to our graves. Wilted, these flowers; still fervent, the bees at Mother's grave. We crowded in- sons, sons-in-law, grandsons- to carry her here. I a…