a drink of wine...Red

the flowers seen were of many 
colours to all ones past 

and to their follow up of place
never seen
and their memories never lost 

they could not forget the ones sent
to their funeral table

roses black and blue to a color death of white

at valentines where love colours..... of red
to the woman lips of warmth

as beautiful spreads itself to a happy heart
a petal fell in love again

Christmas were green and purple too
do you remember the colours dress
to all its festive minutes 

Grand Ma did not care she ran around in all her colours skin
embracing life to its kind 
while Grand Par sip his red wine to laughter

the flowers seen were of many scented

sent to embrace  the love of  our lives
till death do us part