WRITTEN

MORTAL

So many mistakes we have breathed in life,

times the many flowers' scents have gone unheeded,

yet shall we not learn as the precious years go by to breathe deeper,

to separate those tender scents and pass them on,

to enrich our families,

the coming generations,

our struggling human race....

Mayhaps I am alone,

my fledgling scent lost amidst a sea of many swaying colors,

yet still I bloom

as the years grow old,

yet still I bloom,

to enrich my family's families,

the coming generations,

our struggling human race....

So many mistakes we breathe in life,

times their many flowers' scents will go unheeded,

yet still I bloom,

as my last petals fall,

yet still I bloom;

to enrich my family's families,

their growing generations,

our struggling human race,

Yet still I bloom....

In loving memory of you, Ginny.

- DH