Remembering

O radiant flowers, you will say

What only flowers can convey

When we come this hallowed way.

Touch him with a tenderness

Of blossoms in the wind's caress

At high tide of their loveliness.

Let him hear the muted word

That he will know, that he has heard

In petaled whispering to a bird.

Though flowers fade and memories dim

To echoes of a requiem,

Our hands are reaching out to him.

Louis W. Larsen