Brenda Layman, Central Ohio Branch
Bright morning balcony sun
Me, arranging flowers in the old green vase
That was my mother’s
Kept in a cabinet over the refrigerator
Where curious child hands
(mine) could not reach
Once filled with roses, an ardent tribute
Conquest token treasured
Beauty remembered
Lipstick-red as roses
Faded into something soft,
Nearly forgotten, out of focus and wrinkled
Like linen dresses in summer long ago
I fill the green vase with bright blossoms
Freesia, carnations, daisy mums and
Wildflowers from my garden
Red, purple, white, golden yellow
A bit of lavender for scent
I place into the vase which was a gift
From a long-forgotten man who
Had he more than roses to offer
Might have been
Father to some other daughter
Who may have had something of me in her soul
Would she have been standing here this morning
With fresh-cut flowers in her hands?
Nicely done, Brenda. So proud of you.
VERY SENTIMENTAL, SAD BUT EXTREMELY STRONG
Reminiscing would be a good title. Nicely done.
Lovely poem – quite visual. Enjoyed reading it a couple of times.
What a beautiful poem. So visual.