the garden of life

Erin Flaherty

The world is dirt

Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers

Spring up from its soil


And she was the loveliest flower.

From the broken earth she bloomed

And grew into something so much more

Than the seed she started as


You wouldn’t have to pick her petals

To know if she loved you.

Her words were like nectar,

so sweet to the ear,

reminding you of how much she appreciated you.


I wish I could have always been there for her.

But she said that I was the sun in her life,

because even though she didn’t always see me,

she knew I was always there.


She’d always tell me

“Sunflowers still grow at night”

And boy, had she seen the night.

I never knew how she did it


She dug her roots,

stood her ground,

never let anyone steal her sunshine.


And when she grew old

We’d move her hospital bed for her

And she’d sit by the window

Still capturing every glimpse of sunlight she could.


But the good ones always go first,

because when you go to a garden,

you always pick the loveliest flower first.

And so did the heavens