Grandma's flower shop.
Once it was a grocery store.
My Grandmas husband welcoming folks at the door.
You see he died long before.
When the flower shop was a grocery store.
In memorial and with ingenuity.
My grandma ensued to be entrepreneurial.
To remember her husband who was in a vase not a burial.
Creating beautiful flower murals.
For lovers, mothers and funerals.
She worked tireless night and day.
To support her young children in every way.
In a time when women were not as equal as they are today.
So that they.
Could be fed, sheltered and clothed.
Meanwhile flowers were adorned and betrothed.
Yet there is a message that I would like to from this enclose.
The vase is not where a flower goes to die.
There is a rooting compound that allows the roots to revive.
Any stem any size as long as there are leaves and petals need not reside.
Then the life of the flower can be revived.
The flower in your vase does not have to die.
This is the truth all you have to do is try.
And never should you wonder why.
The Florist has the mighty sigh.
When people say the flower died.
Sitting in the vase.