Promise me you’ll lay flowers,
Upon my grave,
Eh?
Always hid starting tears –
When given flowers.
People like me,
Weren’t allowed beauty –
Outside of social pageantry.
(“Hick!”)
My gardens were my loves,
Smelling the nasturtiums,
Watching bees upon my chives,
& yellow tomato flowers.
Promise me?
Promise me you’ll lay flowers,
