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In Rememberance of My Father
For my dad, on what would have been his 89th birthday.
i bring you flowers now
remembering
how you used to refuse to plant them
you’d teasingly say
you couldn’t eat them
so you’d plant vegetables
you saw beauty
in the harvest
the joy of providing
for your family
and the deer
groundhogs
rabbits
with your own hands
i have a black thumb
so i don’t plant a garden
i’ve sown memories instead
and am reaping
bushels full
This is beautiful, Rose. Perhaps he didn’t see the need to plant flowers because he had a wonderful Rose already.
You bloom with wisdom my dear.
((( )))
~Di
You’re the best, Di. Thanks.
This is a beautiful tribute to your father, Rose. We all want to be remembered as lovingly as you remember him!
Definitely agree with Di. What could be better than the Rose he already had?
Thanks, sweetie. xoxo
It’s amazing how vivid those kinds of memories can be. I’m so glad you have those kinds of memories of your father. Relationships and the memories we hold from cultivating them are the most precious gift and reap the best harvest.
Ah, from one black thumb to another, thanks for the reminder that there’s more than one way to sow a fruitful seed! Beautiful poem my friend.
Lovely Rose! My father was with me this week as his rose bush burst into bloom as Father’s Day approached. I will heed your words and continue to reap the memories.
I really miss my dad too Rose he also would have been 90 ) :
Well said Rose~
thanks, everyone. your kind comments mean a lot to me.