The man in blue comes by every second Thursday with a bundle of envelopes and a rose for my sister
Three letters, we snatch before he puts them in the box, the ones with flowers drawn on the bottom left corner
I, eurus and mum sit by the fireplace that night and read out loud the three poems that survived
He is away on war, the poet - my dad and the words he sends are the promises he couldn't keep
It's been a month and the post man hasn't come my sister's flowers have withered and mom's heart beats slow
Four poem less thursdays pass and the phone rings eurus holds my hand as mom talks eurus screams as mom falls
I am eighteen and a half sitting by the hospital window near the bed where lay mom and E, with a promise in my hand
' My death will never be my own but of the three flowers I never saw bloom
I see the sunrise everyday but I'm scared to see the sun set when the waves take me away, take care of our little east wind, she's meant to fly, high and free; read the poems I have written, to our queen before she sleeps
Thunder, when the waves take me away, will you be the peace in the war their hearts will seek?
-the last words of a poet on war-'
A tear escaped and wiped, I nod towards heaven and smile
"your death is not your own." a line by Sherlock Holmes. Gladiolus is a flower which symbolises strength.