5-7-5 For Ella
Pink was Ella's favorite color
Casket, floweres, outfit all in blushing hue
Sad was the day, goodbye.
This is not a poem but a curse to anyone foolish enought to walk into a flower shop and exclaim, "Oh how lucky you are to have a job were you get to play with flowers all day." These are the people who do not notice my sisters hands as they bleed from the chemicals used and the damage a rose can cause to your skin. When she smiles patently at them and asks, "How may I help you today?" they cannot see the tiredness behind the eyes that had not had the chance for sleep. Spending an intire Sunday rushing to get to a mortuary so the grieving family has a little bit of beauty in their time of sorrow is no cake walk. There is no joy in decorating a casket, even that of a stranger.
Monday, November 22, 2004
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2 comments:
Wow. I've never actually said that to anyone at a florist mind you. But I've never thought of the job that way.
Powerful as always, my dear!
It should just be taken as a compliment, because my Sis's shop is a beautiful place that people want to come in and visit. Just not when we are up to our eye balls in funeral arangements. One lady had the nerve to say "When I retire I want to be a florist so I can play with flowers." We had to go in the back room that was waist high in leaves and stems that I had not had the chance to haul out to the garbage and roll around and howl.
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