Floral week
Cemetery Flowers
What story do they tell?

Cemetery flowers, Scattered among the gravestones, Celebrating lives, Of those who were loved.
Did they give you flowers when alive, To celebrate great days and bad, And bring you bouquets, Just because they loved you?
Or are these flowers of guilt or tradition, Bought for public view, So others fail to remember They gave you little when you lived?
I have mixed feelings about cemetery flowers. I love the pops of color they give to cemeteries, but sometimes I wonder if perhaps they should instead be given to the living.
As I look at a few cemeteries in my town, the differences in adornment grab my attention.
One cemetery, with graves older than the others, had no flowers. They did have a few decorations of red, white, and blue for Independence Day.
Still, this place is enclosed by an old rock wall and gates, and I have always felt great peace there. While no flowers, the mature trees in that space give it shade and seem to whisper words of comfort.
The cemetery where I took the photo above is brighter and has flowers everywhere. It’s a newer cemetery, in the center of our town, near the park where I played as a girl.
Walking around, I see the graves of the infant daughter of schoolmates of mine, graves of friends and family, and names of prominent families in our community.
Still another cemetery was in a poorer community. It is a neighborhood cemetery, but the care for the graves is evident. It’s part of the neighborhood, and used almost like a park. I also see names there I know, people with whom I went to school and their families.
I suspect the dead don’t appreciate cemetery flowers much and would prefer their loved ones remembered them with flowers in their own homes or with food that is given to the town’s hungry or a special treat provided for their family or friends that makes them celebrate their life. At least, that is how I would prefer to be remembered.
But yet I also know that many cemetery flowers are love notes to the departed, in keeping with tradition the only way they know. There is something beautiful in that gesture, too. Even when they are plastic.
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