Questions without answers

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For mom

Summer breeze kissed away your tears

I watched for what seemed like hours

inquiring of the hummingbirds

questioning all the flowers

conversing with the lilacs

to the orchids I confessed

I held a butterfly in my palm

and prayed you might be blessed

I deliberated with the Susan's

reflected on the rose

I wanted to tell you how I felt

but somehow my words froze

I cried to the hydrangeas

among the daffodils I stood

telling secrets to forget-me-not s

and wondering if you would

bj smith

aka shallimarRose

 

 

 

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Reviews

[SteveB]

A lovely bittersweet read. I love that iti is open to multiple interpretations. In my case reading it I visualized a cemetary in the Bronx whre I have stood trying to say things to my father but I could just as easily imagine peole thinking about nursing homes or the homes they grew up in. We all have those things we need to say but somehow cannot.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Steve, I am actually from the Bronx... Mom is still living but getting very forgetful.. She remembers nothing I tell her so I have to say the same things over and over again. It becomes difficult and so I wonder how long before she forgets me altogether.. I appreciate your reading.. Rose

[redflutterby]

Very sad and tender write... Makes me think of my best friends mother who died from Alzheimer's. Thanks for sharing this...

[shallimarRose]

My aunt just died from Alzheimers two years ago so this is so scary.. thank you for reading Red.. xo

[Emerald Seas]

Beautifully written, Rose. I think nature understands us when we have sorrows being released through tears, joys shared in song, or we need our soul grounded by that earthly connection on Mother Nature can provide. I enjoyed this very much.
My mom's been gone for 30+ years and those solo walks in the woods or mountains definitely help me feel closer as I chat with my guardian angel :)

[shallimarRose]

Thank you so much Que'se ... Mom is forgetting things now and I am afraid she will forget us all.. Sorry your mom is gone hun.. My dad has been gone 30+ years also.. xo Rose

[Sue]

Sharing secrets with the flowers....I think I have done that too! Beautiful x

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Sue for taking time to read here and comment. shallimarRose

[Tom]

You draw hope and inspiration from the beauty of nature all around you and this indeed is a great stimulating tonic for anyone with the vision to appreciate it!

And you certainly do see the beauty and appreciate it through this visually inspired and crafted poem !

[shallimarRose]

Thank you for reading Tom.. I appreciate your nice review. shallimarRose

[Mark]

A sad regretful write. I like the use of nature, flowers, as confessors

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Mark. I appreciate your pausing to read here.. shallimarRose

[Anand Sehgal]

I watched for what seemed like hours
inquiring of the hummingbirds
questioning all the flowers
conversing with the lilacs
to the orchids I confessed...

Marvelous imagery. Loved reading it :)

[shallimarRose]

Thank you so much for coming to read and comment.. shallimarRose

[Angi]

This is a tough thing, Shallimar. Seeing the beauty in the midst of it all is no small task. Burnout is very real, make sure to take time for yourself, walking and talking to the flowers is a great way to recharge. She is still your momma, you know. Hugs, Angi~

[shallimarRose]

yes, thank you Angi...for reading.. yes, its mom so we just deal and do what we need to do.. xo

[Karen]

This is so beautiful, especially the way you use flowers to express yourself, personifying them as friends that you can pour out your troubles to even though you can no longer do so with your mother. I read what you wrote to Jacob and I'm sorry that your mother has the onset of Alzheimer's disease. Stay strong beside her during this trying time no matter how hard it gets because she loves you whether she remembers or not, and it's clear that you love her. It has been my experience with my husband's grandfather that people become tired of his aggression and hostility, and then they become bitter. Keep in mind that it's not her fault that she has aged, but the fault of time. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It's a reminder of the fragility of life.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you for this Karen.. Yes.. she is very bitter at times blaming me for what age has dealt her..
She was actually diagnosed with beginning stages of it about fifteen years ago so we are actually blessed that she has gone this long with little noticeable signs.. I thank you for reading always Karen and the reviews.. huggs... Rose

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was absolutely so touching sweetie. Don't know what else to say cause I am choked up.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you cowboy... I know you appreciate what i deal with here also.. huggs

[Chris]

At times we all retreat inside and have a private "talk" with our selves. Some use the quiet and secluded space of a garden, a park, a seawall at 3 AM, a kitchen table at 1 AM...

Good rhythm and flow.

[shallimarRose]

I know that you know where in my heart and soul this comes from in this Chris.. Thank you for coming to read and review.. luv ya.. xoxo shall