With Love,

Petite, delicate hope.
Picturing dancing in the breeze
Remembering basking in the newly recovered sun.
A happy mimic

Colour adorns
A finely made dress.
Pastel mauve, bright amber
Joyous, free.

I took bunches of them to her
After each treatment.
Hope and hayfever.
A sign of life

See that’s why she folded them
Made them artificial
Preserved them in paper
For me to keep when she left.