White Flowers

In honor of...Happened long time ago...

White Flowers                     by Sami Khalil

It was high noon. A tepid wind blew across the purple Wisteria bending in summer fields. There was a sense of peace as I placed flowers on my mother’s grave. My dad had just passed before two years to date. My knees were quite weakened as my thoughts deepened in reflections and prayer.

I needed some closure and strength, so I felt like tuning my inner guitar to play with its broken strings this binding love for her.

This was an open altar; a place to honor the departed who lost no invitation to be inducted. I proceeded to place my tall white roses upon the grave; the ones I arranged with my creative flare. Angels floated by, mixing with some cirrus clouds over and above.

And so here, separated yet all together, head on her sweet breast, I uttered:

“Mom! There were those endearing moments we shared

There were those hands that selflessly cared

There was your spark of light, brought forth

Always, new beginnings of life with hope paired

There was you! Multitude of thoughts…

The Cherry blossoms of spring

Faces finding smiles midst the war

Looking to escape death and mayhem

There were the foghorns you generously shared

To be safe when I left home at age twenty-one

The dead silence that followed the heartbreaks

The colourful butterflies alight on sunset shadows

There was your wonder, your passions, your ecstasy never surrendered

There was your love in perfect harmony midst my agony.  

 

 

 

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

Beautiful tribute to you mom, Sami. Imagery was great, and though melancholy in tone, the poem flowed with a sweeping purpose... I loved your metaphors especially tuning your inner guitar to play with its broken strings... there were others, but that rang true for me and a line I'll remember. The entire poem however was heartfelt and poignant. Very impressed with this write. Well done, Sami. Perhaps you can tell me why your photo remains and mine disappear.

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! I'm grateful to you and thankful for all you say and do.
As for the pics, I just google free paintings and pick one. Free sites and not the ones for sale. That might help.
Thank you again for all.

[Allen Smuckler]

Here's the thing though...these are MY photos, that won't upload.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[no tell writer]

Always, new beginnings of life with hope paired
There was you! Multitude of thoughts…
The Cherry blossoms of spring
Faces finding smiles midst the war
Looking to escape death and mayhem

You are so Prolific with your words, you write passionately from your heart
this is a very good trait for a writer, Awesome write

[Sami Khalil]

Greetings Miss Katzie! I really do and they reflect experiences I went through. Thank you so much. Accept my humble gratitude.

[Chris Shaw]

A second read dear Sami, and well worth the visit. You write with such feeling, your lines really touch the core. Nothing like a mother's love and yet very sadly some miss out on that. I was blessed. You too it seems.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

I totally agree dear poet and friend. The ultimate, perfect love is the mother's. I'm so thankful for the visit and feeling with me. Loss can be hard especially in a vacuum. Be blessed.

[Pete]

the "perfect" love only a mother possesses in both the good times and bad. very touching and left a lump in my throat. i could picture the scene. lost my father a couple of years ago and mother is in assisted living now. love those impressionistic white flowers and your thoughts.

"A tepid wind blew across the purple Wisteria bending in summer fields" tells me that everything is ok and indeed at peace.

touching ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! So true and well said dear poet and friend. Sorry for your loss. I hope your mom will be ok. Life is short indeed. We have to accept God's will and timing, I guess. Thank you so much for the visit and sharing.

[barleygirl]

I love how your list of memories includes the good along with the not-so-good (perhaps) and it's all beloved stuff, when it has come from someone you miss & care about deeply. That line about tuning your inner guitar with broken strings is brilliant! The kind of line we all wish we could think of! Your tribute to your mom shows you being the selfless person, since it's all about her & you never ever show love as being about you.

The only thing that struck me as puzzling is how you tell us when your dad died, yet he's not even really acknowledged in the poem, which feels a little like a mysterious "blank" . . .

And also, you DON'T tell us when your mom died & this is all about her being dead (which I'm sorry about your loss, but sometimes I fail to be sentimental about such things, so forgive me my analytical tendencies).

As I read, I wondered if maybe I could ever learn to give a s**t about either of my parents being dead (becuz of years of childhood abuse). Wondering, as I read, if I could honor my mom as you have done . . . well, I did write a book about her this year, but it was about her last great love, not about the rocky love between her & I. Anyhow, a great poem stirs up a million thoughts & this is just a fraction of what you stirred up (((HUGS)))

[Sami Khalil]

Whoaaa! I'm so sorry for your loss and what you went through in your life. Words can't describe your pain, suffering and anguish with all the abuse and such. Mine is different and I like to keep things under wraps till I decide one day. All I can say is that I was the black sheep but I still loved her despite a lot of things. Thank you so much Barleygirl. Take care.

[barleygirl]

Thanks for sharing *smile*

[Sarra Amrou]

Your words just made me imagining the scenes, like if i am really seeing it; losing the living ones is the most hard thing to happen in life, especially when this one is the " mother"

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well said Sarra. Million thank you for your generous visit.

[Poetic Beauty]

A mother’s love typically is unconditional and the when the angels call a mother home it is heartbreaking and filled with many emotions. The child’s life no matter what age is forever changed.

The imagery of the clouds and white flowers is beautiful and this for being a sad poem has a light feathery feel. Well done

[Sami Khalil]

It is all true indeed as you say dear poet and friend. So hard to get over the loss but such is life. Thank you so much for taking the time to visit and share. See you soon...

[PlayWrite]

this is nice

its always hard to lose a loved one, and I think this poem shows how one feels in a moment of loss

[Sami Khalil]

It is indeed Play Write. You are so gracious to visit and share. Thank you so much.

[PlayWrite]

of course

glad to read your writing

[Sami Khalil]

:)..................

[Yellow Butterfly]

Dear Sami

A mother's love is always with you. Losing a mother is one of the deepest sorrows that a heart can know.

Beautiful

YB

[Sami Khalil]

So true and well said. Beautifully expressed. Thank you so much YB for this wonderful review. Good to see you.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your welcome always Sami...so good to see you back at the Cafe too xx

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you kindly. I always miss my friends.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami… a gorgeous poem of white flowers for your Mother… my Mother was a flower.. gentle, kind and caring. I was only not quite 40 when she passed… she truly has always been tattooed on my breast. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

OMG! Thank you for sharing that with us. I can see and feel her influence on you. Appreciate you and the visit.