A Flower Upon Your Grave

                                           

                                               I will be the flower that blooms upon your grave

I will grow powerful, strong, and brave

I will shine bright yellow in the morning sun

I will fold my petals in, when the day is done

and be the flower upon your tomb

I will grow wild in glare and gloom 

I will shine in moonlight 

I will dance in the fall

Some days, I promise 

I won't miss you–

at all

But other days won't be as good

I will cry for you, like a good daughter should

I will dream I am with you and you're holding my hand

Walking with me across this glorious land

And when rain sheets across open grass 

when my soul turns from fire to glass

I will be a little flower that will last and last and last

I am the flower upon your resting place

Baby born; woman's grace.

Will we ever leave this place? 

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I am the flower upon your grave

I will grow powerful, strong, and brave

And when it's time for me to wilt

When I return to ash and silt

I'll let the rains wash over me 

Down through the roots of our family tree

only bones to be

remaining me

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Spirits united

strong and free

flower gone

family–we.