So tell me—why was a florist
given withered flowers
and decayed plants
as tributes for her funeral?
It doesn’t make sense—
why such injustice should happen
even without a crime.
Such tragedy.
She couldn’t even be offered
the same flowers and plants
she once grew and cultivated.
It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair.
It just isn’t.
She had nothing but love to give,
much like the Giving Tree.
But why must she suffer
in the hereafter?
Or is that just my sorrow talking?
A person who died for beauty,
who raised and made beds
of rainbow-colored petals—
is now adored
with sad white funeral flowers,
their edges withering
with brown decay.
It isn’t fair.
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