Looking down on you,
I fight to hold my tears back,
only I don't fight that hard
as one escapes.
Looking down on you
I remember your smile,
and the different ways that
you made me smile.
Looking down on you
I will forget,
but not the times
we had together.
Looking down on you
I know . . .
you are looking down on me.
1987
I need to see
my favorite yellow flower.
I need to smell fresh
cut grass.
I need an orange butterfly
to sit on my shoulder
and cry with me.
~2008
Red flowers.
Purple flowers.
Yellow flowers.
& Blue flowers
haunt my dreams.
~2009
How can you tell a flower
is weeping?
By the rainbow that
sparkles from the early
morning dew falling from the petals.
~2009
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