Yellow Roses

Yellow lilies and roses, 

white daisies and carnations 

expressed our love on Mom and 

Dad's coffins five years and nine 

days apart.  We didn't plan 

to match the blooms, but who plans

what to say in love and death?

Dad's mounded too high, Mom said,

so hers mounded smaller: a

simple spray, with as much care.

I kept one yellow rose from

their funerals, kept one each

on the dashboard of my car.

Though they faded, love remains.

Posted for Sumana's prompt "Say It With Flowers" at What's Going On?

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