(Inspired by events written in Susan Kay’s novel Phantom)
The blossoms, so tenderly cared for,
lay in strangers’ hands.
The most handsome were taken away
by scavenging neighbors.
The others were left to wilt and perish.
How the buds flourished
under the care of a somber man,
a man simply trying to forget a boy-
a boy who’d blossomed under another man-
an uncompromising man.
A rigid man with little conception
of how to raise a boy to know a father,
but a man with many sectarian convictions.
And with much knowledge of
torturing a flowering man-
A sorrowful man who’d spent his days
tending the garden.
How he cherished the blooms.
And though their radiance was grand,
they were hardly enough to replace a son.