White Flowers
By George Coombs
http://www.forwardpress.co.uk/b_featured_poets/2003/featured_poets_10.htm
White flowers
I bring
Recalling hours
We spent together
In laughter,
In tears.
White, pure
Like the gift
You gave of
Yourself, flower
Of your personhood
Unfolds now
Beautified in memory.
Seasons turn,
Warmth and calmness
Touch me here
Where you rest in
The heart of holiness
Reaching me
Quietly and in peace.
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