Flowers so sweet

In this garden of sorrow

I know one day we'll meet,

Far beyond tommorow

There's a time that I know,

That I'll see you again,

The brief bitter wind blows

To aknowladge this pain,

A day to spend,

With you in my head,

All the colours blend,

I'm not ready quite yet,

Flowers so sweet

In this garden of sorrow

I know one day we'll meet,

Far beyond tommorow

There's a time that I know,

That I'll see you again,

And I'll spend all my time,

Until, waiting for then


This is another war poem, it's written from the point of view of a young girl who lost her dad in the war, but knows that one day she'll get to meet him again, and so isn't scared of death, but at the same time she's not done living, hence the "I'm not ready quite yet"

Reviews are dearly appreciated

~TheLastCookieIsMine