flowers

One of my best childhood memories is of my dad buying flowers for my mother.  He loved to do it.  He taught me many things with his words, but some things he simply taught by his actions.  Thanks, dad, you old romantic…

written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides.

 

flowers

I brought you roses from the street seller
at the corner of archway road just like
my dad used to buy flowers for my mum

always to mark a special occasion
sometimes for absolutely no reason
except that she loved fragrance and colour

and maybe I’m hoping you are like her
though I don’t realize it yet, maybe
I’m just trying to be as good as him

 

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About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

3 responses »

  1. Flowers have such a powerful happiness attached to them–your dad sounds like a wise and wonderful man. Lovely poem Andrew!

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  2. How lovely – the things we pick up from our parents and the traits we want to emulate, either consciously or unconsciously.

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  3. The question is, have our children learned this lesson? Only time will tell! Thanks for all of the flowers you have bought for me over the years, AK.

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