My wife held a bunch of roses
Yet I was the one
Who received a flower that day
When she bore our child
She proudly showed him to me
Now I was the one
That shed a tear from my eye
Then we were alone
The sun shone more brightly still
Always together
Our sublime togetherness
Then at her life's end
Took her last sweet loving breath
I am quite bereft
Something has died within me
Now I am alone
That flower given to me
Blooms still in my heart
Then and now for evermore
Image found at www.flowersforcanada.com
Good morning! I wonder if you could revise this a bit to begin with the words that Sumana provided?
ReplyDeletePerhaps changing the title to the prompted words might do it?
DeleteThat is a real tribute to years of togetherness....
ReplyDeleteFlowers symbolise so much and along with the emotion i really felt that in this wonderful poem Old Egg - their endurance, their beauty..their all too brief bloom but always we can remember our favourite flowers - their scent, their touch..their beauty...what they mean to us
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely, romantic tale.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem just the way it is, Old Egg. No need to go through contortions to try to fit in the phrase "a flower was offered to me."
ReplyDeletethis prompted a real wrench at the heart yet the flower seems eternal
ReplyDeletep.s. we both referred to the prompt rather than literally opened with it ;)
Reminds me of my friend who lost her husband several months ago, and she is having a tough time adjusting.
ReplyDeleteMemories and loss.
ReplyDeleteSad and heartbreaking.
Fill your mind with the flowers of her
It will sustain you.
Such a gorgeous tribute....!!
ReplyDeletethis is poignant and beautiful...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful....Yes, flowers are poetic and can be symbolic, Robin!! Touched me...
ReplyDeleteRobin, this touches my heart. I think it is my favourite of your poems. It is so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor. I'm sure she received a flower that day too. Grin.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful memories and what a beautiful way to remember the meaning of your marriage.
ReplyDeleteWhat are rules but to break them?
ReplyDeleteThat precious gift remains eternally close to our hearts :)
This is so moving! Love and marriage and the bonds between people can cause everyone to bloom!
ReplyDeleteFrom the first bud of life to the last bloom your words captured the bouquet of life.
ReplyDeleteSomeone ignored the elegance and heart rending feeling in this poem to complain about the absence of a word? Sheesh.
ReplyDeleteLovely and touching, O.E.
ReplyDeleteOh so you are the one, every time a prompt is given there will be that person who writes "outside the box"
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I enjoyed your poem none the less
Thanks for visiting my blog to read mine; qua is an English word meaning in the capacity of; [Mom qua doctor sits in her office adjusting her stethoscope]
much love...
Touching
ReplyDeleteBittersweet. A sweet tribute to your wife.
ReplyDeleteA moving tribute..
ReplyDeleteVery poignant write, Robin. I think the given line would work well as a title.
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