A Poppy I Once Knew
I saw a poppy blooming, underneath my family tree,
And as I walked up on her, she turned for me to see.
Her petals wrinkled slightly, her lovely silken cheek.
To say that she was lovely, would be to under-speak.
As the wind blew all around her, I thought I heard her sing,
While her leaves began to twist and sway in a dance to welcome Spring.
I visited my poppy when ever I had a chance,
And she never failed to greet me with her funny song and dance.
But flowers are not meant to last, and so it was with mine,
For soon my dainty bloom began to show the mark of time.
Her happy serenading became a whispered hush,
Her vibrant shade of crimson faded to a gentle blush.
While she was on the earth, she was an endless source of fun--
But now she lifts her petals for the glory of the Son.
I miss my lovely blossom, but I cannot help but think,
That she's brightening the heavens in a glowing shade of pink.
**For my grandmother, "Poppy" Wagher. She lost her battle with breast cancer last year, but we continue to fight in her place. Several of her daughters (and sons-in-law) will be walking for the cure this year in Arizona, so from now until November, 10% of the sales from my shop will be added to their cause. Or, if you just want to donate and not buy anything from me, click here. They have named their team "Poppy's Petals."**
