The flowers lay upon the lawn <br />A tribute on each sad bouquet, <br />The fond farewells and blessings <br />To a loved one who had died, <br />The white carnations spelled her name <br />Across the grass on which they stood, <br />While relatives all dressed in black <br />Were standing side by side. <br /> <br />Along the path unto her door <br />'Twas fitting now that it was locked, <br />It once was always open <br />To a kind and welcome friend, <br />The curtains closed the windows shut <br />From whence she used to sit and stare, <br />And watch the days go drifting by <br />Until her life did end. <br /> <br />As weeds within the borders grew <br />Within the garden that she loved, <br />And used to tend with pride and joy <br />Until she grew too old, <br />And had to watch it slowly fade <br />That brought such pain into her heart, <br />For how she used to love the spring <br />Emerging from the cold. <br /> <br />And as the hearse drew up outside <br />They wiped away their hollow tears, <br />For they had seldom seen her <br />Till the day she breathed her last, <br />She'd prayed for them each lonely night <br />And yet her love was not returned, <br />But at the reading of the will <br />They wept that she had passed.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flowers-lay-upon-the-lawn/
