This post was never a part of “My Father’s House,” though the content might apply. I’m not a poet, but I have been taking a local poetry course just for fun. This one turned out not so bad, so I’m bold enough to expose it here. The topic assigned was flower(s).
LILLIES OF THE VALLEY
Lillies of the Valley
My father’s love in a bouquet
Always my mother’s tears.
Why do we cry when we are happy?
Coffin lined in yellow
My mother’s favorite color
Would she know we chose it?
Lillies of the Valley not in bloom
Spring came to my new home
Wild growths of Lillies of the Valley
Would my mother see them?
I fell to my knees as the tears flowed.
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