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

[Coyote Poetry]

"I cried to the hydrangeas
among the daffodils I stood
telling secrets to forget-me-not s
and wondering if you would"
A amazing poem. Allowed the reader reflex on thoughts. I like the description. Brought the reader into places and memories. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Coyote for pausing on this page to read. I appreciate always your reviews.. huggs!

[Frieda P]

Flowery and bittersweet, with the fragrance of regret & hopes both pen'd nicely in this one shallimar

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Freida, yes Alzheimer's beginning to take its toll ...The next years will be very difficult ones I think.. xo

[Frieda P]

Sorry to hear that shallimar, very difficult indeed...

[AmandaN]

So sad but I love you've written this,a beautifully painted picture.Thanks.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Amanda,, Im pleased you came to read. shallimarRose

[jenkey83]

This was beautiful and such a relaxing read! Great write!

[shallimarRose]

thank you..

[kublakhan27]

I happen to be spending the weekend at my mothers reading this and to say it hits home would be an understatement...my dad passed away last year which has brought our relationship to another level, not that it wasn't always strong, but there is definitely more openness now, a greater urgency to let her know how I feel as you never know how many chances you will get...I can feel the swirl of emotions in this piece, and the final lines were truly gripping...a soulful and touching piece.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Steve.. xo

[kublakhan27]

My pleasure Rose xo

[Kelly Scheppers]

My grandmother had Alzheimer's and was not aware of who I was. I believe the hardest part about this disease, is what it robs us of.

Your presentation of this is quite moving. I love how you acknowledged the presence of the flowers, as though they were cognizant of your pain.

My prayers are with you!

My best,
Kelly

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Kelly.. I appreciate your reading and your kind words. xo

[SyberRose]

a beautiful poem Rose...but i'm sure she knows how you feel...and is grateful you are there with her..Rose

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Rose.. xo

[ron]

Very beautiful Rose. This is a new insight to you I did not know at this depth. You are a remarkable person and it shows in your poems. This warms my heart reading this. thank you for your poem allowing us to read. XX

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Ron for reading and really hearing.. xo Rose

[ron]

You are most welcome Rose XO

[Keith]

This one is straight from the heart. It is so hard, and tho mum may be losing her ability to appreciate what you do, you have friends here who understand. Touched by this one Rose, thinking of you.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Keith.. xo

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a touching and beautiful poem. The flowers are the perfect metaphor; I am reminded of the James Barrie quote: "God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December." So unfair when that gift is taken... Beautiful piece, Rose.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Rita.. I find comfort in the flowers.. And mothers name is Rose... xo