"MY FALLEN CAMELLIAS..." Beside the walkway
to my door, I can hear
my fallen Camellias
whispering my name,
chocked in tears, and
I cry inside...

I pause despondent,
at that sight, and bend
to move them to
softer beds of grass...
while waving goodbye...
For one last time...

Remembering how
gloriously they shined
in the sun not long ago.
They look beautiful,
still, even as they fade,
to my grieving eyes...

Yes, I'm a believer...
that they can sense
and respond in kind,
in their special way...
just as people do...
I feel it in my heart...

Our flowers are us...
When one falls,
a part of us dies and
bites the dust...
Only to be resurrected
in newness and hope...

And, as life moves on,
so do we...
Even in stillness,
without a hitch...
Only love endures
eternal past the end...

© Nasser Goudarzi
USA