I once saw beauty slowly shut her green eyes
and bowed her round head when my grandma died.
I once saw a daffodil cry when I told her yellow lies,
and, oh! I was surprised such strange things ever happened.


For these are strange things indeed.
To hear life call and whisper goodbye to me,
to see the lush stalk of a fragrant flower bleed,
so profusely, as a corollary of thy love for me.


I once tried at death but failed in an attempt,
For the ones I love would...