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...

[midniterider]

some wounds never heal,but time will soften them a little,thoughts will bring a smile instead of a tear

[Relic]

Thanks, midnightrider.

[midniterider]

no problem my friend

[Neville]

You are absolutely right.. some wounds never seem to heal, but what you have achieved here is nothing short of what Lyn has written in her earlier review... These words of yours and under the circumstances, are darn near perfect.. and true........... Neville

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Neville.

[Neville]

my sincere pleasure..

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a beautiful, heart wrenching piece. The pain is so intense -- its presentation is flawless, in my opinion, to give it the full weight of the anger and grief. The ending is so true. Immense loss breeds resentment, especially where God is concerned.

[Relic]

Thank you, Lyn.

[Iam-me]

Like you said death is a wound, that never heals, it just forever. And the emotions of that moment. Never leaves you fully.

[Relic]

Thanks for the review.

[Iam-me]

No, thank you for making us think and ponder.

[Moonie]

This is so beautiful and so poignant...and heartbreaking too. I am an atheist and i feel that although atheism is better than being a religious fanatic in many ways, the concept of death seems so final, so ultimate from an atheist's point of view.
When my grandma died some months back, i was completely shattered, and i had no one to turn to, the way my religious family could turn to their gods. They could imagine a future for my grandma in heaven, could console their hearts that she was there somewhere. It is heartbreaking to know that you will never be able to see your loved one ever again...that they have so impossibly gone away, and no one can really offer more than their condolences.
I do believe, that even though death is so ultimate, our loved ones are around us as energy. The energy that was in their body went to the universe and is still around us in living forms, in daffodils, in the grass, in the molecules of air around us. The energy is diminished into thousands of living things, but it still remains. Thermodynamics states that no energy is ever lost. Even us, we have been so deeply touched by them, that they remain incorporated in our memories always. If that isn't afterlife, i don't know what is.

[Relic]

So well said, thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful imagery, but I picked up on dreadful feelings of loss, unhealing, and the resentment of your love being taken from you by an unkind God. I don't believe in messages from the dead, but I still have an open ear anyway. Your poem made me feel tearful. That's the effect that good poetry can have. It stirs up the emotions.

[Relic]

Thank you very much for your review, Christine. :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

Had the opportunity of reading this lovely poem for a second time. It is so beautifully expressed. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Good to read these lines again Tim. A poignant read of loss. I love the description of the daffodils with their stiff collars. Some losses are much harder to deal with than others.

Chris

[Relic]

I appreciate the interest, Chris. Thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Some things in this life leave the most unimaginable scars. The pain reverberates in the soul evermore. The pain and poignancy are palpable.

[Relic]

Thank you for your thoughts, Linda.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Yes, many wounds never do. We just go on. And on. Your Vivid, personal, emotional words and imagery describe a life-changing loss and a heart still torn. The lovely, natural imagery in the first eloquent verse, is offset by the melancholy and grief expressed in the agony expressed in the title and last two verses. Words bleed to water the daffodils and give them life, while a mourned life lies beneath them. Wishing you peace and healing my friend. Brilliant write!

[Relic]

Thank you, Annette.

[Mrudula Rani]

This poignant writing is heartbreakingly beautiful. Tugs at the hearts of your readers. I agree with you some wounds never heal.

[Relic]

Thank you Mrudula.

[Mrudula Rani]

You are most welcome.

[Aesthetic Trash]

This was heartbreaking. I shed a few tears while I read the last stanza. It was lovely, truly lovely to read.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for reading.