Flowers the colour of sunshine blossom on the end of long green stems. The many silky petals, curve inwards, like hands cupped together, holding a secret.
Bunched and sold the yellow tulips are bought and placed in a vase. The vase sits in the ground, at the foot of a brick monument.
A gift given.
Sitting among the shades is peaceful but on returning to the world never seems real. Is anything?
One ray of sunshine is given back. A way to remember.
Carry the single flower, twice given. Carry it home, to where things still grow. To the living.