I will plant daffodils if you want.

I will plant daffodils at your grave.

When they've grown
and blossomed,

when they're hugged
by an apricot-colored sun,
I'll see them exist,
cheerful in smiles and stiff yellow collars.

But I will feel no delight
or contentment.

Nor will I float away
like a hummingbird or bee.

I'll plod away instead,
with no expectations of messages
from the dead,
while holding a perpetual resentment
at God
for keeping resurrection to himself.

Author's Note

My mother died over 18 years ago. Some friends also died. This may have come from those losses. Some wounds never heal. :(

Reviews

[Marie]

A poignant outpouring of grief in this sublimely penned poem, dear R... Stunning depiction and feelings so well expressed. Grief needs healing and the healing path can be a very long one, dear friend, but there is acceptance there waiting at the end of it. Only our body dies, our spirit within which was wrapped in flesh, is alive and well, young again without pain or ache. Our loved ones walk beside us, dear R and one day they will come to collect us and take us with them back home to Spirit where we came from. Healing Hugs, dear R and thank you for sharing this very beautiful poem, the words of which are complemented by an excellent and very meaningful choice of graphic. I love this poem and thank you again for sharing it...

[ink.haze]

This is beautifully haunting — the contrast between light and loss is so delicately drawn. The quiet resentment at the end lingers long after reading. Truly evocative work. 🌿

[Relic]

Thanks so much for your comment, Ink. Much appreciated. :)

[Vol]

Relic,
I wasn't going to respond, till I read it twice... the thing is. He didn't! Christianity is different from ALL other belief systems in a profound way... All other iterations of gods and religions are created by men as a way to approach God, as though! Christianity scoffs at the notion... Here God found a way to come to us... Our job is to be such searchers that we see can Him and answer his call. But besides that, the way the universe rolls along at its ponderous pace through distances we cannot know, and at speeds we cannot fathom much less understand with our tiny sparks of consciousness, it is a great solace to know that the God of the Universe, knows you knows me from our atoms and all the way through, our
best bet is to find a seat of truth and hang on!
Vol

[Relic]

Thanks for you input, Vol. :)

[RomaJ]

This poem really lingers--it captures grief so honestly, the mix of love, loss, and quiet resentment. I love how the daffodils are alive and beautiful, yet the sorrow remains grounded and real. It’s heartbreaking and tender all at once, a reminder that mourning isn’t about messages from the dead, but the weight of living with absence.

When my mom passed, I would have dreams of her home--a place that had once been colorful and vibrant. But in the dream, it was just complete absence: no color, no sound, no life--just a liminal space, and the only thing that breathed there was absence. I’m so sorry for your loss. This poem is heartfelt and beautiful.

[Relic]

Thanks R. Your comment is better than the poem. lol

[Ms claws]

Wow, eighteen years. Mine died 2019 and it still feels fresh as the dirt on the grave that never seems to age.
Daffodils, they have a special meaning to me. Maybe for your mom as well.
Relic, I believe our loved ones are here with us, just inches away in a different dimension.
When we die, we (our spirit) will pass over and be with them forever!
I really believe it is as simple as that.
Lovely, loving item.

[Relic]

I believe you. Thank you, Eternity. :)

[Kady R.]

I'm sorry for what you're going through. I cannot imagine a loss of a mother and friends like that. I can understand how those wounds may never heal. 😔😔😔

[Relic]

Thanks Kady. This was written some time ago. I'm better now. :)

[Kady R.]

Woopsee!! A little late on my part. Im still only 3 months old in this writers cafe. Im glad you're feeling better. 🤗🤗🤗

[Barnette]

So many emotions in one poem. You're right, some wounds never heal. I'm sorry for your losses.

This is a beautiful poem and it really touched me. Thank you for sharing.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Barnette.

[Gee]

Have just revisited this piece, so, so good Relic.
Hope you are keeping well

[Relic]

Thank you, Gee.
I'm doing fine, hope you are too.

[Gee]

All good thanks

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Stunningly beautiful.

[Relic]

Thank you very much, Thomas. :)

[Papaya]

Jeez, that last stanza. I sure do feel that. The whole poem but especially the last stanza.
I'm no stranger to loss and it's a shadow that always lingers even on the sunniest of days.
Beautiful poem, Relic.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for your thoughts, Ana. :)

[Papaya]

You're welcome, Relic. The pleasure was mine.
Happy Sunday. 🌷