A second attempt at flower petals. This one is pretty much the real story.
We gathered there in the early morning
Dew on our feet, flower petals stuck to our shoes
Quick summoning phone calls
Sorry to wake you, it's time, she's gone
A beautiful spring day, birds, sun
Flower petals blowing in the wind
Still chilly, somehow there's fresh coffee
Picks up our heartbeats but not our hearts
A quick, solitary trip inside
Pink flurries through the doorframe
A quiet "I love you, Mom"
The words won't be returned this time
Odds and ends to do, looking out the window
More petals falling from Mom's tree
An outside fire consuming the trash
Cards and letters, paperwork, pill bottles
Crackling flame eats the last of the dead bouquets
A few new pink flowers join the flames
Seemingly intent on joining their brethren
Nature's tribute joins those of her other friends