War Kills Flowers

 War kills flowers                                   
 They are born like a bud blooming
 On a spring morning, innocent and new with no mourning.
Mother is as bright as a sun flower and as sweet as a honeysuckle 

war kills flowers.
8 years go by he’s riding his bike but falls, he lets out a small whimper, but gets up and grows like a young velvety rose..
War kills flowers.
10 years and he’s a strapping young man with a heart of gold his mother who has grown old crying in the cold as she watches his stand in line she kisses his cheek as he boards the bus and smiles at him softly 
War kills flowers.
There’s a knock at the door where two men in uniform stand with pain in their eyes, they handed her a folded flag and a letter that said she should have pride but who could have pride when they knew their rose had died
War kills flowers.
Not long after that mother sunflower sat as the end of his bed she laid her head down with heavy eye taking in the lingering smell.. as her heart began to stop she heard her sons voice..
War kills flowers.