The Flower

The Flower

I  see it on social media everyday. Some have a real heart and love towards each other and show it. Others are so full of hate they can't recognize their hate is as bad as the ones they talk about.

My grandmother looked after and took care of me throughout my childhood. Tucked away in her drawer was a hand written copy of this poem. It was how she lived. Show each other kindness.

Bring Me All Your Flowers Now

I would rather have a single rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than have the choicest flowers,
When my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have the kindest words
Which may now be said to me,
Than flattered when my heart is still-
And this life has ceased to be.

I would rather have a loving smile
From the friends I know are true,
Than tears shed 'round my casket,
When this world I've bade adieu!

Bring me all your flowers,
Whether pink, or white, or red.
I'd rather have one blossom now
Than a truck load when I'm dead!

-R.D. RICHARDS