21 November 2024

Yellow Roses



Yellow lilies and roses, 
white daisies and carnations 
expressed our love on Mom and 
Dad's coffins five years and nine 
days apart.  We didn't plan 
to match the blooms, but who plans
what to say in love and death?

Dad's mounded too high, Mom said,
so hers mounded smaller: a
simple spray, with as much care.
I kept one yellow rose from
their funerals, kept one each
on the dashboard of my car.
Though they faded, love remains.


Posted for Sumana's prompt "Say It With Flowers" at What's Going On?

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© 2024 Susan L. Chast


 

14 comments:

  1. A beautiful tribute to your parents. Gd bless them !

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  2. A beautiful remembrance of your parents.
    "who plans
    what to say in love and death?"
    and sometimes there are no words.
    Poignant that you kept a rose from each
    funeral on the dashboard of your car......
    faded or not.

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  3. How lovely, to have a yellow rose each on your dashboard for remembrance. Such a poignant poem. Beautiful.

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  4. A brightly coloured tribute, Susan, and I love the thought of keeping a yellow rose each on the dashboard of your car.

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  5. You are saying it with flowers; each word fragrant with memories and love. A beautiful tribute to your parents.

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  6. Oh beautiful..love always remains...and "who plans / what to say in love and death?" - that hit me hard..

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  7. Such beauty in their remembrance so wonderfully expressed

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  8. Sigh. Your love for them and the care expressed in the arrangements speak clearly through this poem, Susan.

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  9. A beautiful, moving piece... love remains... always...

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  10. Re: your comment on mine. That is exactly what I intended. Thanks so much for the careful reading of my poem!

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  11. So moving, a beautiful tribute to your parents

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  12. Love remains - that is true ...

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  13. A wonderfully tender reflection, Susan, filled with love.

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