Every year they are there,
These wondrous orange flowers.
I don’t remember planting them,
But in every home I have had
They have been there.
Their multi-headed orange blooms
Shining above the green.
A plant that reminds me,
Reminds me of a special person.
That person who taught me,
Taught me my life.
He is no longer with me
Except in my thoughts,
So when the montbretia bloom
Dad is back with me.
He is always in my mind
But when I see these flowers
My thoughts always turn to him.
The man who showed me calmness.
The man who showed me music.
The man who is still with me
In my mind and soul,
So when the montbretia bloom,
Dad is all around me.