Bouquet of Blue

Poem for my sister

Bouquet of Blue

Tell me the story about how every birthday you get a bouquet of blue flowers.

 And even though you take them with a smile, 

you always seem to cry. 

Tell me the story about how when you were younger

 she promised

 that she would send them every time it was your birthday.

 And when you did get them, the card would always say the same thing

 "Love, B"

So tell me the story about how they came to your door and said she had died but the body couldn't be found. 

And at first you were in shock

but you remembered the day she told you 

that if that happened

She'd send you a bouquet of blue flowers

every time it was your birthday. 

But today is different. 

It's September 17 a few minutes before the next day.

And you have yet to receive a bouquet. 

You go to bed knowing what has happened and when you wake the next morning

there is a single blue flower waiting on your doorstep

with a card attached that says

"I'm sorry I'm late. Love, B." 

Author's Note

I was tired when I wrote this.