By Catherine Janssen Irwin
Flowers on the sill,
Remind us of the loveliness
Their presence can fulfill.
Flowers in the garden
As lovely as can be,
Whisper their contentmant
So obvious to see.
Flowers at the bedside
Of someone taken ill,
Cheerfully raise the spirit
Thru their extra special skill.
Flowers on the altar
In reverence to the Lord,
So proudly testify to
Their splendorpus reward.
Flowers sent to loved ones
Speak a language all their own;
Help make that precious story
Of the joys that we have known.
Flowers at the graveside
Say a last farewell,
In our final statement
To the ones we loved so well.
Flowers speak the language
That we fondly know as "love,"
Which isn't any wonder
For they're sent from God above.