Gazania

i remember her sitting there beside the window,
just staring out across the land
i often wondered what it ws that she could see out there
i wondered if she would ever tell me any of her secrets
or whether she would ever, speak to me again.

she sat there beside her window, day after day,
what was it that went on inside that head of hers?
what was it she thought of?
she would smile every now and then
but she never talked.
there was one thing, which i knew would always bring a smile upon her face,
Gazanias.
she always loved them, even as a child
the bright cheerful color of yellow,
mixing in with orange and red,
even a touch of dark, bottle green.

i remember when she was a child
she would always be the first of us to wake up in the mornings
she would always want to go staright outside
into the crisp morning air
the birds would be singing
the animals would be coming out into the morning.
but what she loved most were the flowers
they were always the big attraction.

she would come back inside
giggling and laughing
carrying a basketfull of gazanias
and in a moments time
in a vase we would see them
bunched up together, on the window sill,
and she would sit beside that window
and gaze at them
with a bright cheerfulness in her eyes.

but now she no longer gets up before us,
now she no longer goes in search of her favorite flowers.

we found out afew years ago,
that she had leukaemia
and then something inside of her broke
it just snapped,
without any warning at all,
she stopped doing all the things she loved.

all of the treatment she had taken
hadnt worked.

so i stand here now
beside the hillside
where her favorite gazanias grow
i stand here now
beside her grave.