Tuesday, June 9, 2020

A Flower For My Hair


                                              strange how you came to mind
                                              only to read of your passing the very next day

                                              remember that summer we ran for
                                              the bus as they threatened to leave without us
                                              you'd stopped to pick a flower for my hair

                                              our laughter, the dandelion safely tucked behind my ear





Photograph by Martin Stranka

6 comments:

  1. Absolutely lovely, Teresa --the poem too. There are memories in us that consumed only split-seconds in the making, and yet contain an enduring emotional charge. You have expressed that here. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you so much, Geo., for your kindness and for your thoughtful comment. Both are so very much appreciated.

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  2. Memory moments! You captured this well.
    So sad to lose people from past times in our life. My BFF from high school is dying of congestive heart failure. She will leave a hole in my soul.

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    1. Thank you, Rita. I'm sorry you're losing your friend. It's that time of life, it seems, when we have to start letting go .... wishing you peace. xx

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  3. So nice to read this enchanting piece after my ‘usual’ long absence. I have experienced the scenario in the first two lines many times. The strange feelings about someone would arise from somewhere and fill the heart awhile, until you hear either the welcoming or unwelcoming news about the person. And, how fitting the picture and title is!! Lovely!

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    1. Thank you very much! It's so good to see you again. I trust all is well with you.

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