These are the inspired spontaneous writing of N, upon hearing of Pop's death...using actual phrases from his last letter (March 25, 1978) to us. One week later April 1, he died. Remember? He was deaf-blind, loved nature, and his gardens. The following was written in his memory, three days later by one he loved, and I shall call her N:
"In the spring
You called him home
Crocus bloom
Buds are springing
He spaded and planted,
Daffodils and tulips still growing
In the spring
You called him home
New birth for us all,
Wild animals and birds
Pear tree much alive,
Thanks again
In the spring
You called him home
Blind and Deaf
He sees and hears
Crocus Blooming
Buds are springing
In the spring
Of the Risen Christ
You called him home..."
-- by N
PEEPS!
Stay SOBER with me today.
Be GRATEFUL today.
LIVE today.
LOVE today.
Be HAPPY today.
13 comments:
Pear Tree
Lovely
Full of love
and
truth
Happy Sunday Stevie!
Joy and passion,
Susan
There is a sight that transcends the simple vision of the eyes. It's called the heart.
Nice poem of rememberance, very thoughtful.
Secretia
He saw in nature the beauty and promise given to us all. His hands must have loved everything he planted and tended. I just love this and that "N" put pen to paper to capture it.
♥namaste♥
Oh I love what Chris said, the sight that transcends simple vision.
That poem spoke to my heart and soul
he calls us home when its time... but also brings a new life.
No matter the years, their spirit and memory for good and/or bad tempered by selection lingers on.
Jim
Lovely poem... typical words... BUT lovely poem I restate.
I am back peep!
Really nice. Thanks.
Thank you for sharing such beauty. It has special meaning for me today.
Thanks for sharing this poem about your dad. My father died on March 12. The flowers were blooming that day as well.
It's lovely. Missed, but not forgotten.
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