And they become flowers

I made this poem because of our pandemic, coronavirus, year of 2020. I realized that this pandemic costs us everything that we have, even lives of the people that we love. Grieves were perceived globally, across nations. In regards of our massive bereavement, I imagine those that we've lost turn into flowers when they die. That even in their death, they're still our everything, and even in death, they'll still be with us. They're in our hearts. Forever.

And they become flowers

Imagine all lives that we've lost turned into flowers when they die

A flower so beautiful

That even God will smile from above when He sees it

A flower so beautiful

That'll warm even the coldest of heart

A flower so beautiful

That'll calm even the most turbulent of soul

 

I know that we've all lost too much

We've cried too heavy

I know that we've also missed them, so much

 

But what can we do for them?

We can do nothing, actually

The only thing that we can do is to pray for them

We pray for their soul

We pray for their blessed heart

We pray, for the beautiful flowers that they've become

 

That even in death, they're still beautiful

Even in death, they're still very much alive

Even in death, they're still everything to us

Even in death, they're still here,

With us.

 

A.K, April 2020.

Written in the midst of coronavirus pandemic, 2020. 

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