Her Little Death Flower

a lily tale.

My granny won’t enter a home with lilies inside,

Unless someone, somewhere near, is already dead.

She calls them the death flower,

And in the prairies where she was born

They plant them in graveyards,

Place them by headstones,

And gift them to widows.

She calls them the death flower,

And when I was little she would grab my hands in hers,

And call me her little lily

--her little death flower--

With nothing but love in her eyes.

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Exquisite....original nostalgic yet intriguing write.