MY SWEET POPPY

My lovely short-lived flower

Your sweet red tender petals

Raised proud towards bright sunlight

So frail, endlessly frail

I am with you in your garden

Kneeling down between you

Curling up while listening

To your soft red whispering

The blue sky high above us

Is playing with your colour

The yellow sun completes it

Primary shades of lost lives

This is the perfect setting

Of sun and your short life’s end

Give me the peace to stay here

Like you I will be reborn

Watercolor by Anna Lund

Poem by Darren White