Flowers On A Dead Man’s Grave

When I was a child

I found a clearing

In the center of the clearing

Was a tree.

In the center of the tree

There was a plaque

That I did not see.

It mourned someone named Chris,

Someone that I never knew,

And in my ignorance and bliss

I picked the flowers that lay.

There must have been a whole bouquet

I scattered them in the woods

Along the way

And when I returned to that sweet clearing

I saw the plaque I’d been ignoring.

I saw the words and began to panic

Afraid of supernatural vengeance.

I searched and searched through all the woods

But no flowers grew that season.

Years later in the hot summer breeze

I returned on a whim.

I remembered the tree and the flowers I stole

I remembered Chris and the debt I owe.

So I wandered through the blooming woods

And picked a few flowers that I could

I laid them down at Chris’s grave

And apologized for the mistake I made.

A debt finally repaid