Heart of Purest Gold

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pqke_5Yc1Gs&t=12s He planted baby seeds along the fence and when summer arrived with her sunny face dad was rewarded with beautiful morning glories, that was his recompense; I was his shadow girl I followed him everywhere so when he whispered in my ear, come morning they will bloom I replied with a smile, I will, I will dad, I'll catch their glorious bloom, I will at 6 am I awoke to find the patient sun dangling in a fresh born sky, above the purple morning glories yesterday a closed up bud, today an open faced flower dad was right, one must be quick to catch the hour Up to heaven now he's gone but oh how summers shone for dad and I when I was six, back in 1966 he raised me like the flowers, with love and tender care he was an Italian gardener, with a heart of purest gold.
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Flaherty Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 5:13 PM
i.e maybe Mystic Rose The gardeners daughter Daddy's little girl He sounds ever bit as lovely as your poetric word's emotions and thoughts Cheers a toast to your father
Y. Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:47 PM
Hi Mystic, What a lovely tribute piece to your dad. It sounds like you were a daddy's girl.You are fortunate to have made beautiful memories with your dad. Thanks for sharing your memories with us:-) Alexis
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 2:53 PM
Yes I believe I was, and yes, I have many a memory of him, especially how he made me laugh, over silly things, Once he dropped a can of paint over his head, and another time he washed his hair with floor cleaner by mistake, so many, thank you for sharing space with me, xo
Andresen Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 12:37 PM
- A wonderful relationship between father and daughter ... a beautiful poem, Vie Rose :)
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM
there is a special bond between father and daughter that nothing can break, he was funny, and strong, and all that a dad should be. Thanks for reading Sunshine, stay beautiful and strong. :)
Leffanta Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 11:45 AM
I know just how much your dad appreciated a loving daughter! Aloha! Rico
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:20 PM
Dear Rico, I was the lucky one to be born in his hearth, he loved me from birth, thanks for stopping by,
Hankins Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 8:16 AM
Ah, what a lovely tribute to the dad you loved so much, Mystic Rose Rose. He's still watching over you!
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:19 PM
He taught me so much in life, he was my first teacher, and he was the most sensitive man I ever met. Glad he was my dad, thank you for reading.
Riabi Dziri Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 6:14 AM
Sweet precious dads of great worth and beauty! How we miss them! Though in a better place! They leave a tremendous void we fill with cherished memories! We recall all that kindness, generosity, tenderness, care, Love and insight! Lucky you, sweet friend by such a wonderful loving and caring Dad! A gardener who knows how to sow the good seeds in fertile earth! I can see the beauty he once sown his seeds of Love and Light! You are a wonderful soul that can tell a lot of a great Dad! May God bless him in Heaven. My warmest wishes and best regards. Love and hugs.
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:19 PM
Precious soul that you are, you have the empathy and the warmth of a beautiful soul. I close my eyes and picture your smile, worth a million words, Stay beautiful and strong, thats how you belong :)
Pandit Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 5:51 AM
Your tribute is pure gold my friend. Such cherished memories you evoke in this piece! Your love for Dad adorns every verse.
Rose  Avatar
April 17, 2021 at 1:18 PM
He was my hero from childhood still is Vijay, thanks for reading.
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