Late last night while fast asleep, visions came <br />My last love dying on the cold, hard street <br />Running to her as my heart quickly beat <br />I quietly whispered the sweetest name <br /> <br />She, slain and dying, not once replied back <br />Pale and bleeding was she and no one near <br />To offer help or my plea for help hear <br />Who, on her, would mount a vicious attack? <br /> <br />Suddenly, scene cuts: me in a white room <br />Alone and, seemingly, waiting for news <br />Of her progress and, yet, very confused <br />Who would attempt to cause her doom? <br /> <br />Oh, wilted flower, so soft and so frail <br />I long to see color in cheeks, so pale <br /> <br />Cut again to the recovery room <br />Her small frame seems smaller on the large bed <br />Stitches trace the cuts, from where she once bled <br />And a lone red rose at her feet now blooms <br /> <br />She stirs; slowly her eyes open slightly <br />She sees me and feels my hand on her hand <br />A gentle smile extends her face and <br />Her wrist turns to grasp my fingers, lightly <br /> <br />Now note, I, others surround her, as well <br />My mom and aunt, and who sits at her head? <br />Can it be my grandma fourteen years dead? <br />So diff’rent from her former, aging shell <br /> <br />Oh, wilted flower, so soft and so frail <br />Others love you, too; wish you not to ail <br /> <br />It is Grandma, stroking her golden hair <br />One moment, magnificent and moving <br />Grandma grinned at her, as if approving <br />And raised her as a father would an heir <br /> <br />For the first time in such a long, long time <br />The flower seemed healed and blossoming, new <br />As if she had been made red from her blue <br />I felt peace as a bell began to chime <br /> <br />Waking to realize it was a dream <br />I felt peace thinking maybe in some way <br />Grandma might look in on my love today <br />And, take care of her, as odd as it seems <br /> <br />Oh, wilted flower, so soft and frail <br />May others care for you, each breath exhaled <br /> <br />((April 22nd,2011))<br /><br />Danny Speicher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilted-flower-4/
