You've planted many flowers for us <br />that are now starting to grow. <br />Some of them I know by name <br />but others, I just don't know. <br /> One of these flowers <br />seem to tug at our hearts, <br />it sends our eyes burning <br />with tears of fiery darts. <br /> Our bleeding hearts <br />are crying from all the pain <br />everytime we see these flowers, <br />again and again. <br /> They are growing so beautiful <br />and we know you love them too. <br />Some of them are pink and some are white <br />but leaves us feeling so blue. <br /> The flowers, in particular, <br />that I'm talking about, (of course) <br />are none other than the 'Bleeding Hearts'. <br />An ironic name, without a doubt! <br /> Since you passed away, mom, <br />we're all left with a 'Bleeding Heart'. <br />Maybe someday, we'll enjoy them again <br />but until then, we need the healing to start.<br /><br />cecelia warner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-bleeding-hearts/
