Flower's Tears

As I walk past these bright colored streets,

I think of the times long past.

Of when I would lay awake on my bed sheets,

Counting the stars above my head.

The ache on my chest doesn’t subside,

A pain for an innocence long lost.

And as I walk, I keep my eyes open eyed,

For I watch a squirrel cross my path of frost.

Reaching out with a hand, I sing,

And the words fall upon the flowers.

Growing under the love I bring,

They cry for the time that was ours.

As I walk past these bright colored streets,

I think of times long past.

Of when I would cheat tests,

Counting the time until I could go play tag.

The delicate flowers beside me,

Open their buds, a welcoming sight.

A bee trickles by,

Unconsciously, through my parted lips, I laugh.

I wonder, “Is this what happiness is?”

I walk faster, I don’t want to think.

I want life to be like a pop quiz,

For people to sing in sync and clink their drinks.

As I walk past these bright colored streets,

I think of the times to come.

Of what I’ll have achieved when the drum beats,

Of me as a mum, playfully eating my children’s thumbs.

They screech in glee and run away from me.

But I won’t be easily deterred,

I’ll follow them through the flower garden.

And on a perch, watching us, a bird.

And the flowers cry,

For the innocent child I used to be.

I won’t have a perfect “Goodbye”,

But at least it will have been my life…

Exactly, as it was supposed to be.