I saw you

Yellowing my day out of its blackness.

A single bud to a single green stem,

Nourishing my soil with your striped seeds.

Releasing your fruits into wings,

Watching them flee with your rations,

Yet lacking your own necessities.

Unsheltered from the future freeze

Eventually wilting, leaving your stem undressed,

Gone forever, remembered never the less.

But still I saw you.

I wrote this poem about a year after my grandfather or as I called him, my Popi, died. I was organizing some my photographs and came across the one pictured above. I took it a few days after he had passed, the day my family and I arrived at his house. That flower was growing randomly beside his front steps and I was inspired to write a poem about it. This one is for you Popi and I think you know exactly what it means.