Poem of the Week: Green Vase

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?

 

Comments

  1. Nicely done, Brenda. So proud of you.

  2. BARB WHITMARSH says:

    VERY SENTIMENTAL, SAD BUT EXTREMELY STRONG

  3. Reminiscing would be a good title. Nicely done.

  4. Lovely poem – quite visual. Enjoyed reading it a couple of times.

  5. What a beautiful poem. So visual.