Pansies

For the first day of spring,

for my boy who never knew March

Three six-packs of pansies:

blue because he's my boy

yellow because he's my sunshine

red because it's his color. 

Three blue, three yellow, three red

planted for him at his grave, 

where I'll see them when I visit

or when I just drive by.

Three blue, three yellow, three red

planted for me by the back door,

where I'll see them when I come in

or go out every day. 

Two bright spots of pansies, 

linked in my mind.