The Perfect Blossom

Sitting by the cherry blossoms:

it reminds me of the time

I took you through the garden

and you saw that tree and stared in awe;

it was the most beautiful thing

you had ever seen before in your life.

We sat there for an hour

while you tried to find the "perfect blossom".

An hour seems like such a long time

to spend on something so unusual,

but in truth, I would've waited forever.

For you, my daughter,

I can wait a lifetime.

Now I sit here alone

and I am reminded of it all.

The soft breeze is like your soft breath

brushing against my face while I held you close

and it whispers your name in my ear

to make sure I know that I am forever without you.

As a tear falls down my cheek

I stand and pluck a flower from the branch.

It is the perfect blossom-

the one you wanted to find,

but will never be able to find.

Author's Note

A poem by Marcus of a day when he took Rosalie through a garden of cherry blossoms and now years later after she is gone he returns and finds the perfect blossom thet she wanted to find but never did.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

my goodness.....I am glad this is the last chapter, my heart can't take much more.....so good and heartbreaking.