Geraniums

I look at the colored flowers and blink back the tears,
I put the bouquet of geranium flowers into the pitcher,
And thought wistfully about that spring, so many years ago.
It is so true that time will unmercifully march on,
No matter how much we want it to stop,
And freeze in its tracks - in the sweetest moments we possess.
But I look at the colored flowers and blink back the tears,
And think how much those sweet moments, are now so bitter sweet,
And how grateful I am that time decided to ignore my desire
And march on in it's own unrelentless path, and that maybe,
Time will heal this wound.