Marigolden Wallpaper

I picked you a bouquet today.
I know you're away, but i can sense your plastered smile, and the ice stone beneath your skin.
Look at me, I won't mind the rise of your brows.
They're your favorite, Mommy.
They match the wallpaper you hung over the bedrooms.
I know you're sorry the burn on our charred skin hurt.
But the important thing is, when the house went up in marigolds
You were able to get away, and receive lilacs and violets, as a refugee.