For today, I challenge you to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.
My mother had told me, her sweet smile disappearing,
how when I was born my paternal grandmother,
with thin lips and cold eyes,
had visited her with a bunch of petunias and yellow carnations
showing her displeasure at the arrival
of a third grand-daughter in a row
my sweet father, ever the obedient son,
presented my mom with a honeysuckle,
when gran was not looking,
it was a bit crushed and wilted
as it was on a standby, hidden in his pocket
but my mom pressed it lovingly to her bosom
I grew up watching mom watering wild flowers
which sprouted with gay abandon around our home,
no weed was removed, no ornamental flower planted
she would adorn our home with shiuli (night jasmine)
which had fallen in the morning
blooming under the benign light of the moon
My beloved, a man of few words and fewer extravaganzas,
gave me a red rose when we were betrothed
I wore jasmine in my hair on my wedding day for him
when my daughter was born we planted hydrangeas
and on my son’s birth sunflowers
now as I look at each pressed flower
and am flooded with the memories associated
I write a note for my kids
to plant tuberoses in my remembrance.
Wonderful, Punam.
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Thanks a lot, dear.
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This is so beautiful and touching.
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Thanks, dear Sadje.
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You’re welcome Punam’s
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A symphony of flowers. The finale is classic 🌿🌸🌺🎋🌹🌷
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Thank you so much, my dear. ❤️🌷
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Oh my, oh my, oh my…sighing, hushed at the exquisite loveliness of this, Punam–oh my…
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Your sighs mean a lot, Rhen! Thank you so very much, my dear.
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We sigh to many of the same things, my poet friend–you are welcome💕
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So we do. 💞
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delightful posy of memories embured with floral insights 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Kate. I am glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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my pleasure Punam 🙂
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A garden bed of remembrance flowers….. there’s no better way to live with those treasured memories…
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Absolutely, Ivor. Thank you.
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It touched.. 🥰💕
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Aww! I knew you would like it. ❤️ Thank you. 💖
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Like..?? Just loved it.. 🥰🥰
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😍😘💖
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Lovely!
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Thanks a lot.
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You are welcome.
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Oohh your garden must be filled with wonderful memories Punam.
I love this…🍀🍀🍀
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Thanks a lot, dear Mich. 😊❤️
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Beautiful😍🌸
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Thank you so much, Ishita. 😊❤️
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My goodness dear Punam, this is so beautiful… “a floral journey” of such gorgeousness and significance. Jasmine in your hair… I can tell it suits you ❤️❤️
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I am delighted you enjoyed this, Rachel. I like jasmine in hair on special occasions. Thank you so much for your lovely words. ❤️❤️
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Oh my god!! You are getting brilliant by the day!
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Thanks a lot, Moushmi. I am happy that you liked it.
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Oh my god is right. (As the last commenter said.) My thoughts exactly… this is just stunning, through and through, such natural flow and such images and such story. Beautiful.
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Aww Nadine! You are so sweet. Thank you so much, dear. I am delighted that you enjoyed it. ❤️🌷🙏🏼
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Mmmm…Heavenly.😇
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Thank you, ma! 🙏🏼😊❤️
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Memory and memorial, how to remember and be remembered.
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You said it! Thanks a lot, Paul. 🙂
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