Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

She Only Wanted Flowers

In remembrance of my mother:

‘I only want some flowers’
Is all she’d ever say,
When once a year time rolled round
To remember Mother’s Day.

I picked daisies and clover
As any small child might do.
She’d put them in a little cup,
Then she’d kiss and hug me too.

I would forget the flowers
Sometimes in my daily strife,
And I’d forget to tell her
How much she meant to my life.

‘Just bring me pretty flowers,’
She would smile and shake her head
As she lay still and withered,
Too sick to rise from bed.

I brought her yellow roses,
And I lay them on her grave,
And sadly now remember
That today was Mother’s Day.

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April 28, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry |

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