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...

[marilyn 1225]

brutally sad but very well expressed and written!

[Relic]

Thanks for your thoughts, marilyn. :)

[The Purple Witch]

This is so powerful and so sad. Excellent job. :)

[Relic]

Thank you Purple Witch. :)

[Meaghan Rhymer]

"I'll trudge away instead,
never expecting messages from the dead.
And a perpetual resentment at God

for keeping resurrection to himself."

These last four lines are my favorite, completely relatable. You have an excellent way of drawing the raw emotion from your lines. I enjoyed this immensely!

[Relic]

Thank you so much, Meaghan. :)

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

"What a day of rejoicing that will be"
Promises told, made to believe
Someone said we shall meet again..
How long can one wait for sweet by and by..?

This touches deep ... causes a soul to pause..

One of your best...

Jazzy

[Relic]

I appreciate that Jazzy, thank you. :)

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

You are welcome...........................:)...........

[Nipplegrinder]

This is incredibly poignant. I read the first stanza, and believed I would be reading a lovely poem about nature's beauty. I was feeling your pain in the final stanza. So beautiful.

[Relic]

Thanks very much for your thoughts. :)

[i am LiLy]

holy dam dude.....this is awesome....so so real....well love it...yes.nice nice.

[Relic]

:) Thanks very much, appreciate it.

[emily.c.]

Wow there's so much feeling and imagery in this. Such a great honest write that speaks to grief. I loved reading

[Relic]

Thanks so much em. :)

[KWP]

the last line leaves me thinking :D I like it! True too :D

penny-coloured sun evoked a bright image - nice

sound to me like the narrator wants to be done with this particular passing - and yet there's something still holding him there.

Nice work X

[Relic]

That's a plausible interpretation KWP, thanks. :)

[.]

A very touching piece, Relic. Those final lines really hit home. He did say that he was a greedy and jealous God after all.

I haven't experienced much of this kind of mourning as yet in my life, but i do know it is on the horizon and it will most probably take all of my steely resolve to prepare myself for what lies ahead.

A very melancholic poem. Gentle in its sadness with just that right hint of venom at conclusion.

A fine piece of writing.

[Relic]

Thank you very much Dooley. I too will have to prepare.