The Dahlias.

Goldfinch60



There they were in full bloom,

The dahlias that I love,

That have such memories,

Such wonderful memories for me.

I was back in my childhood

Looking out in the back garden,

Dahlias everywhere,

My father’s favourite flower.

So many colours,

So much beauty,

And here they were in my garden

So very many years later

And every time I see them

I am back with him,

Back with my father.

 A gentle man

And one of Nature’s gentlemen,

A man that showed me the way

The way to live life,

Live life with politeness and respect,

Respect for all in my life.

He will always be with me

Every time I listen to music,

As he brought music to my life,

Music that is so important,

So important in my life.

So here I am in harmony,

In harmony with life

Brought to me by him

As I listen to music

And see the dahlias.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2023 01:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: My father died in 1995. The Tommy Dorsey tune was played at both his and my mother's funeral.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments8

  • orchidee

    A sensitive write Gold.

  • Saxon Crow

    I remember sunday mornings grandad in the front room listening to his music.

  • David Wakeling

    Very respectful.Gotta love dahlias.I have some in my garden as well.Quite a moving write.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you David, most kind.

      Andy

    • Neville



      writ with seemingly justifiable pride

      • Goldfinch60

        So true Neville, my father was a great person.

        Andy

      • LIZ

        This is so heartfelt ♥️ They are beautiful! I'm glad they hold such great memories for you!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you LIZ, much appreciated.

          Andy

        • Doggerel Dave

          You've done for me now, Andy...childhood recollections... Dad's favourite flower ...brother and I co-opted to patrol Dad's Dahlias, locate the matchboxes set up as earwig nests, turf inhabitants out onto the concrete path and...

          Thanks for the memory, ...so they say....

          • Goldfinch60

            Memories can bring such joy to our lives Dave, they certainly do to mine.

            Andy

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            Very musical at the same time. I can almost hear the music!

            • Goldfinch60

              The music is always there in my life Garth.

              Andy

            • MendedFences27

              Very sentimental. A fond memory brought to life from your pen. We could all feel the emotion in this one. Nice work. - Phil A.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Phil, very much appreciated.

                Andy



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