Only roses

 

“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” – A.A. Milne

 

“A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” – William Wordsworth

 

Only roses

Only roses

Every year on

Her birthday

Mother sent grandma

Roses

When grandma died

They all sent

Red roses

What grandma

Loved most of all

Were daffodils – connection

Her native Wales

*

When I see

Daffodils

Growing in the ground

In a florist shop

Or even in a picture

I think of grandma

A son

And daughters

Who only did anything

For appearances sake

Feelings never

Mattered

The façade with the

Sincerity of

Plastic roses

*

Bisous,

Léa

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

24 thoughts on “Only roses”

    1. Thank you so much Kath. I did love her a great deal. Unfortunately, it was only after she was gone that I saw all of what had been done. She knew I loved her and I am grateful.

      1. And she still loves you too and the poem shows that love in its purest form Lea, it is hard when we discover things later. But know she would be by your side always.

      2. Lea I never had the pleasure of spending much time with grandparents, they were all gone when I was young. So I longed for that time when others spoke of their experiences. I make it up now by making sure my children get plenty of amazing time with my mum and my husbands parents. They will have happy strong memories and for that I am grateful. Happy day to you.

      3. Your children are fortunate indeed! My time with this particular grandmother was, for the most part, limited. She lived in Canada. As I got older, I was “sent” up to her to get rid of me. My mother didn’t realise what a favour she was doing for me. Happy day to you!

  1. beautiful…even in the sadness your words are beautiful…
    each time a daffodil shows up, remember your Grandmother is smiling at you as you remember her…
    Take Care….You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

    1. Thank you Maryrose! I always think of her when I see a daffodil. Most of grandma’s smiles, sparkled from her eyes. I’m told my eyes sparkle like that. 😉 Bisous et calins. Léa

    1. Thank you Christine! It is a sad “family” of people chained together by genetics. I loved my grandmother very much and it hurt to see how things were. Actually, I changed my copy a tiny bit to “Sincerity of a plastic rose.” for any future purposes. xxx

      1. I wish I had changed it before posting but you know how the muse is. However, the poem has been changed for whenever or if, it appears in a collection. xxx

  2. This was so tender and loving it brought a tear to my eye. Beautiful tribute to your grandma Lea – our loved ones stay alive through memories 🙂 xx

    1. Thank you Becka. She was one of the two people in my “mother’s” family that were not vicious. I adored her and any thoughts of Wales, Daffodils… bring her that much closer. 🙂 xx

      1. I can imagine. I hope to share many photos of daffodil season while I’m in Wales, it is a very iconic flower over here 🙂 xx

      2. I remember a movie “set” in Wales (old black and white) and there were many daffodil. I finally tracked down the book years ago and while different, I enjoyed it. It was How Green Was My Valley. I know it was ancient but it was special for me. 🙂 xx

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