Poem: The Flowers
A bowl of flowers, on the tables wood.
In a pool of sun, the fragrance stood .
Like a watercolour painting which
Radiant , streaming sweet scent and the stems.
Stamen, petals, blossoms, leaf together tight
The bouquet of color so radiant bright
Held in a crystal, a bowl she did say
A mothers gift, from my mother today.
The color, this carries my care about who?
Fills me with joy, sweet memories say
Daffodils, chrysanthemums and lilacs too.
Of lilies in blossom of red roses and you.
Days now no longer, still blossom, sweet scented and care.
Of moments like these, when you’re no longer there.
Still, beauty shines inward caught in a vase.
The flowers, the memories, the joys and your charms.