Hibiscus Memory

I see the sun
Glowing brighter than a 50 watt bulb
And I am tempted outside;
I step on the grass carpet
And it feels like heaven under my toes;
My limbs flex
My arms stretch
My eyes turn to heaven
And I bid the Father hi;
In two steps
I bend at the waist
And dip my nose
To the bouquet of hibiscus
Unfurling in her pose;
Her scent is light
Her petals frail
She trembles at my touch;
The noon day sun peeks over my shoulder
Eager to touch her petals;
With my eyes close
I stash the memory of life’s simplicity
Into the drawer of my cranium for posterity;
In another day
She will bow and pray
And off to her maker she will go.

By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2015, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe