You waited till I was 6 feet deep to bring me flowers
I can’t enjoy them now
Tell me what the point is
Oh, so it looks good for a picture you post on social media
Letting everyone know you came to visit me - Fake
You are wasting money to sit flowers on my cold grave
For the squirrels to run up and nibble on
I mean I get the gesture, but you could just come sit by my grave and read me a poem
That’s a little more sentimental
I’m sure My spirit might enjoy the poem reading,
more than the flowers
Keep that in mind
Although my spirit will probably be sipping wine
with Jesus and missed your visit
I can’t touch, smell, or put the flowers
on my living room table any more
You’re a day late and death short giving me flowers,
better yet giving the cemetery flowers
Thinking you’re doing something
Why you wait so long to give me my flowers.
I was in your presence every day
and not one I love you, I’m proud of you.
You make a difference.
It sadness my soul
no one gave Me flowers when I was alive
and direct in physical form but
You Bring them to cold stone and wilted grass.
I wasn’t perfect, but a good job girl, keep doing you, would have been just fine.
James in the grave next to me said,
he has seen so many flowers
under ground than above ground it amazes him.
Oh, it amazes many
People never tried or wanted to give me flowers physically
or verbally while I was living
They waited till I was 6 feet deep
and not amongst the living
Do better for those in your presence now,
For the living can smell the flowers and appreciate them
I understand it’s been tradition that has been set forth
for us humans but change the norm
and give flowers to the living now
Words from the underground!