Bailey Garland
White magnolias
Oh, how do you wait for life
When you wither so?
Weeping petals wilt
While a wallowing woman wails
Is this what death is?
We wonder what to do.
We wander, walking about
Without any answers.
What can we do when
All we want is webbed in fear
Working with worry.
White magnolias
Oh, how do you wait for life
When you wither so?
The weather changes.
The workman watches the wrong farewell,
The waltz of waiting.
We walk down the way,
Wrought out of shape from sorrow.
Wait – slow yourself down.
The same ways sway you
The wind blows, weaving through your leaves
Will you awaken?
White magnolias
Oh, how do you wait for life
When you wither so?