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

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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

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Bisous,

Léa