My older sister freelances in a field
that bestows, what I imagine is, a very special
and intimate sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.
She works with flowers and in turn,
is indirectly involved in the sweetest of sentiments
on wedding days, birthdays, and promotions.
Almost always we associate flowers with the happiest of go lucky occasions.
But, I forget that, with sympathy, comes flowers too.
And my heart beats a little bluer for her because,
it must weigh heavily on her thorn scratched fingers,
to make arrangements for the greyest of days.
Thinking of you...