Flowers, tissues, and a box

Every two years since 2014, I’ve seen

Flowers, tissues, and a box

My family takes the flowers back home

Their warm yet sad aroma fills my dad’s car

For weeks on end

I use the tissues the most out of anybody there

Not at first, but as time goes on

My eyes order me to grab a handful

And the box is never seen again

Welcomed into the bowels of the gley

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Flowers, tissues, and a box

Every two years, my family buys 

Flowers, tissues, and a box 

But they will never be for me

My mom will never buy me flowers

My dad will never use my tissues and

My sister will never see my box