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.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In our garden the montbretia are blooming and whenever I see them I immediately think of my father, he had them in his and mum's garden and I have always had them in mine in my houses, to this day I do not where they come from but to me they are a special flower with the memories that they bring. As I wrote this poem the tears started welling up in my eyes. The Tommy Dorsey recording "I'm getting sentimental over you" was played at my Dad's funeral so it is a very special tune in our family. (It was also played at my mum's funeral many years later and in my mind I could see mum and dad dancing together in front of me as it was being played)
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Comments11
A fine write and tribute G.
Thank you Orchi.
Super - with my Dad it's the Hydrangea so this poem means something to me
With my Dad it was dahlias but there were always montbretia in the garden and we have always had them in our gardens and we did not knowingly plant them so in my mind they are always from Dad's garden.
Thanks Michael much appreciated.
A charming flower and so special in your life G. that the verse glows with its colour and memories of a much loved Dad. Thanks for sharing this orange tribute.
Thank you Fay, so kind.
Stunning flowers and a beautiful tribute to your Dad, Goldie. Thanks for sharing.
My pleasure and thank you Louis.
Isn't it amazing the simple things that can recall memories and emotion. ....fab
Yes it is amazing, thank you Jooles.
Thanks ANDY ~ Great Poem (one of your best ~ straight from your very sentimental heart) I love the register and resonance of the BONE and at the end of it all ~ I was crying too ! I have mentioned that i give talks on Jim Reeves ~ Nat King Cole ~ Dean Martin ~ Glen Millar ~ Bing Crosby etc to Pensioners Groups (65 +) and when I have finished there is not a dry eye in the House ~ Music always invokes memories ~ some Happy but often Sad ones because of Loss of Loved One ! Orange FORSYTHIA is ubiquitous ! Orange is a very powerful colour ~ a combination of RED for Passion and YELLOW for Happiness. In my experience~ only very very Special Ladies can justify wearing ORANGE ! Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian, much appreciated.
A very moving and beautiful poem Goldfinch. And the flowers are beautiful too!
Thank you Fred, most kind.
Very moving words. I played the music and read your piece and pictured a couple dancing. A fine memory for you to have and fine words in your notes. If you have siblings i hope you share this around. Very moving and tenderly written.
Thank you so much b-e, much appreciated.
Very nice you touch a lot of people with this one , with good reason . I too can relate certain things instantly conjure up my Father or my Mother or my lost brother.
Thank you wischuett, it is very true that certain things do immediately conjure up memories of lost ones.
Just a brilliant poem GF60
I love it... it reminds me
Of a song I always get
Emotional when hearing it
Mike and the mechanics
" the living years "
I've been at my sons
House in Newcastle for
The last 3 weeks working
And on my way home late
Thursday night it came
On... I was blubbering like
A 5 years old... gets me every
Time..
The emotions in us can be triggered by certain things. Thank you for your comments.
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