Tulips for Mary

They filled the vases with tulips, red, orange, yellow, bright
Her favorite flowers, of course they bloomed in spring
The bouquets now brought a sort of comfort to the night

There were candles, too, flickering a calming light
Pictures laid on tables, memories of everything
They filled the vases with tulips, red, orange, yellow, bright

Tall candlesticks she painted, colorful with height
People in a line, hoping company could lessen the sting
The bouquets now brought a sort of comfort to the night

Her favorite orange, in tulips signify a zest for life
And she would want us to wear joy, not a mourning ring
They filled the vases with tulips, red, orange, yellow, bright

Tulips are for those you love with all your might
For husbands, wives, siblings and offspring
The bouquets now brought a sort of comfort to the night

Tulips lined the funeral home, to remind all to delight
Grieving loved ones swirled out the door, her life celebrating
They filled the vases with tulips, red, orange, yellow, bright
The bouquets now brought a sort of comfort to the night

It’s April, so I’m writing. Today from an EthicalELA prompt from a few days ago: Villanelle on the Vine It’s not perfect, but it’s my first Villanelle. And since I grew up with Mary as my second mom, mom of my best friend, and I can remember her telling me my drawings didn’t need to be perfect, I think she would be okay with me just giving this a solid try.