Each life is garnished with a flower <br />our loved ones smell when we die. <br />They smell the scent when we visit <br />to say our last goodbye. <br />We drift among them <br />at that fateful time <br />and the flowers scent <br />is to let our presents known. <br />We wish them no ill tidings <br />but just to let them know <br />that we have now joined <br />our lord near his heavenly throne. <br /> <br /> <br />31 August 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garnished-with-a-flower/
