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...

[ZakLeonRamsey]

No, it is a horrible thing, death, isn't it? You would see people die, and then see yourself die, your last moments either alone, or with people, sparks of shock everywhere. It's horrible, and this poem is so relatable to, its rather eerie in a way. I've never been to somebody's grave, but I had the opportunity to, but my mother turned it down when my great aunt, Diana, died. in mid 2010s. It was so sad, me and my sister couldn't stop thinking about her, we were terrified. If this is a true story, then I feel so sorry for you, I hope you will overcome this, even though the chances are unlikely. 'Til this day, do I remember Diana? Yes, but do I remember her face? With minor details, yes, but those minor memories of her appearance sink away from my mind, forgotten and replaced with some new memories, unfortunately. The times we had, years before she died, were rather memorable and still are.

[Relic]

Thanks so much for your moving words, Zak.

[ZakLeonRamsey]

No problem, keep your writing up because I like it.

[Relic]

Thanks, I'll try.

[Karen Redburn]

An emotional write that played on my heart. So sad and honest. Best to you.

[Relic]

Thanks for the review, Karen.

[Zoya]

Bittersweet, this one. A conundrum...be happy with the birth of those heavenly flowers or sad at the death of a loved one...better to walk away instead. Beautifully told in simple words. Great writing!

[Relic]

I appreciate your visit, Zoe. Thank you.

[Zoya]

No problem

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Ohh- I’m sorry that the beauty and smiling faces of the daffodils are only that and your love to plant them go gladen a so loved heart- I wish for the sun to rise in your most darkest parts of your heart and that the cheerfulness of the yellow smiles becomes yours- what beautiful words and emotions you express here- just lovely 🌹

[Relic]

Every once in a while a review comes along that's better than the poem to me. ha Thanks for your words.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

No your poem is just perfect- we recieve what we are meant to have- blessings🌹

[Ghania]

Wow. Really loved it. This feel of never getting to see that Person again. Very beautifully written

[Relic]

Thank you. :)

[Ghania]

It's my pleasure, always.

[barleygirl]

One of the best poems I've read lately. This is so nicely constructed to tell a complete story in a simple way, with so much feeling & honesty. I love the underlying resentment from the start, even tho the narrator is doing the right thing, etc. Then when you get to the real truth of the matter in the last 2 stanzas, I love the way it's not watered down at all. Gracefully stated but also blunt. I love the perfect reproach toward God, which is not offensive, but the way many of us feel sometimes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Relic]

You've described it perfectly. I long to be able to sum up poems in such a way. Thank you. :)

[BBP]

You worded this so f*****g perfectly. I've resented who ever is upstairs many times for this. So much work goes in to a soul, only for it to be ripped away and kept in hiding.

[Relic]

Thanks for your thoughts, BBP. :)

[BBP]

Thanks for sharing.

[Angelheart1]

So sadly beautiful or the words and visual you’ve shared here Relic. Placading ones last wishes should leave us filled with satisfaction but yet its human nature to resent the fact that God had been resurrected but our loved ones are forever gone. This is a sad, well worded poem you have shared here. Peace be with you Relic. Angelheart

[Relic]

Thank you very much for the review, Angelheart1.

[Angelheart1]

Always a pleasure to read your words Relic.

[Relic]

.................. :) :D

[drew garner]

Art is life that gives life. Thank you for every word, it was a work of art.

[Relic]

Thank you for reading the poem. I appreciate it.

[dw817]

Oww ... but yeah, you make a good point. Christ got resurrected and ... no-one else ? It's a priority party. Clearly a case of the Star-Bellied Sneeches !

Sure sounds like it. But - who knows ? Christ got reincarnated. Maybe I'll have the good fortune to be reincarnated as a raincloud - and to relieve myself upon whomever I choose. :)

[Relic]

haha, thanks for the review dw817.

[dw817]

UBetcha ... take care ...