Romantic poem about love and flowers (and for a very special Countrymom and her daughter) |
HER LITTLE YELLOW FLOWERS She so loved her little yellow flowers. Their colors, she would say, Reminded her of sunlit afternoons, And of hope, and of love, and Of life renewed. Sometimes, I would just sit and smile At the way they made her eyes shine so, Each time I gave them to her. And in all our years together, she never loved Any other gift as much. Last year, I planted her a field of them, and They bloomed for her in all their glory. I brought a few to her, on her last morning, and She held them and they helped Her to smile, one last time. And what a smile! It was filled with such soul stirring love and Peace and serenity, that its memory is all I need To keep me going on through whatever Time I still have left to live. I've also kept a promise I had made a hundred Times to paint an image of her little yellow flowers. Perhaps it will make amends for all the times she Asked and for all the times I always meant to, But never did do this for her. Any way, I have finished it, and Will place it in her favorite room, Just above her favorite chair, In the home we shared, For so many, many years. And I can finally see the beauty which She loved so much, in those little yellow flowers. I think for now I'll just sit and smile, and Remember how her eyes shined so, Each time I would bring some to her Whom I loved so very, very much! Whom I always have and will. And I believe sometimes in my arrogance, that Ours was a love which was truly blessed, and that GOD allows few to love like this -- on this side of Heaven. |