Pressed Flowers Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Pressed flowers,
Were blooming flowers,
Once upon a time,

Pressed flower's beauty,
Always stayed,
In my mind.


The petals fleshed out,
Only yesterday,
Turned into flatness today.


Flowered in dried-out form,
Spoke of their stories today.
They had so much to say.

Stories of bloom time flowers,
Stories of rapid rain showers.
Stories of sharing a garden,
And stories of wild abandon.


These pressed flowers knew everything