After All This Time

~ a heartprint ~

art ~ vicente romero redondo

 

After all this time...

 

the white calla lilies still stand proud

against the multicolored palette of roses

warming the worn cobblestone path

 

as the morning breeze

weaves the song of time

                                effortlessly

ruffling the branches of the old willow tree

 

and I’m here

curled up in memories

watching a cascade

                                 of dew kissed morning glories

                                             dance through mother’s garden

 

if it weren’t for the shadows in the sky

                                  raining on my heart

                        it would be just as she had left it…

 

Reviews

[Confuser]

I love it, just love it and beauty of it paints a gorgeous picture without the painting (dreaming that's me, hehehe) The somber ending is beautiful and if is it true for certain she is proud of you. Everytime I come here, I know peace and calm is awaiting tickled and freckled with the most beautiful words. Thank you so much again.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment and compliment. :) Julie

[Confuser]

All true: it' like silence comes over the room, and I must read slowly and always, a sigh and a smile. You are very good at this!! Stop writing..."Something I squibbled, silly girl." Beautiful poetry plain and simple! Have confidence; you must know how wonderful your writing is.

[MsJewel]

They are scribbles Dale - scribbles and heartprints....It isn't lack of confidence, it is just what it is....You are very sweet. thank you :)

[Confuser]

Hope I didn't say anything wrong; it is a beautiful talent; and I could try for the rest of my life and could never, ever write like you do. FACT! Maybe that's one reason why I love it all the more.

[MsJewel]

You are so sweet Dale. You could never say anything wrong... I am humbled by your very generous compliment. Julie

[Confuser]

Great!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,}}

[Coyote Poetry]

You took me to good place and memory.
"and I’m here
curled up in memories
watching a cascade
of dew kissed morning glories
dance through mother’s garden"
Funny how the simple things bring back good memories. I replanted my Grandfather rose bush in my yard. Every year the rose bloom and I remember his face and kind words. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[MsJewel]

What a wonderful idea - you always have a little bit of him with you. Perhaps I'll go dig up a rose bush or two.... Hugs, Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Rose bushes keep coming back and become stronger. Just a small piece will expand to beautiful roses.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

A beautiful poem with a sad end, Julie. However, a cloud in the sky is not always the beginning of bad weather. :) Rudi

[MsJewel]

Thank you Rudi :) Julie

[B.J]

Beautiful, so lovely and tenderly written

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words :) julie

[B.J]

Your most welcome

[SmittyJas]

beautiful flowered paths the way to the garden of ones heart. Come walk throughout the garden of multi-colored roses and snap dragons in all the colors that remind me of you all the hues.

[Trace]

It is such a special bond a mother has with her daughter
And I know when you think of her you always think of the beautiful flower she loved.

And I also know when you write of her and calla lilies
You honor that love with your beautiful poetry.

This is simply lovely my sweet friend.


Huggs. Trace

[MsJewel]

Thank you Tracey. It was such an emotional day - I haven't been back to the house since my father passed. I knew you would understand Hugs, J

[Trace]

Is the house still in the family?

[Valentine]

Curled up in memories...this was beautiful and brought back memories of my mother who loved raising a garden full of flowers. I like your writing ability. Kathie

[MsJewel]

I hope the memories this one brought back are lovely. Thanks so much Kathie :) Julie

[A Ghost of Myself]

I have to say I'm not usually affected by poetic beauty, but this piece paints a vivid image, and I don't mean the balmy afternoon. It speaks to coming back to a time of solace, youth perhaps, when everything made sense--when there was happiness; Now, it like returning to a childhood home, it's all the same, just as you remember it, but adulthood, and pain make it hard to fall back into the memory. A great write. I'm glad I came upon it. Good luck in your future writing endeavors.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your very kind words :) Julie

[wordman]

Julie you certainly write beautiful poetry
loved the graphics too

[MsJewel]

Thank you Ron :) Julie

[wordman]

you're welcome julie

[onceloved]

It much have been a very emotional time for you and your brother more so if it is the house you two grow up in so many beautiful frst times there for both of you. a house of so bautiful memories. :) Larry

[MsJewel]

Yes it was quite an emotional weekend, but mom and dad have been gone for awhile, so it had to be done :) Julie