Petals fall all around you,
decorating grass and mud with pink confetti,
as if it's a celebration
that with time you have passed on,
and now are one with the trees.

Purity embodied in a cluster of multiplying cells,
No reputation to hold you down,
No sour memories of nights in motels.

Delicacy enriched in the form of ever shut eyes,
No scars or bruises on your form,
No tears from deceit and lies.

Youthfulness enlightened in the shape of lungs un-breathing,
No loathing or distaste for life,
No broken words and kisses that lack meaning.

Beauty epitomised in growing hands and feet,
No insults and comments to break your ego,
No hurtful rumours overheard to make you skip a beat.

So please for me,
stay pure,
stay delicate,
stay youthful,
stay beautiful,
stay you.

Because the world outside is harsh and cold,
with pain and suffering inevitable.
But in this light,
with your scan in my hands,
your picture feels like gold.