The Secret Symbol

Cherry blossoms fly by
As the scent of rice drifts past
He rubs the smooth edges
and whispers a secret untold for years
You’re a memory of him
He’s gone but with you he’s still here
The wind races by the market stalls
The powerful flower and secret symbol rest in his palm
The people rush past
It travelled all around China and back home
For it is all a riddle to me
What you hold really perplexes me
Sitting with the white angel he gave me
and together keeping me safe
Whoosh!
Time flies by from then to now.