My Beloved Flowers
My Beloved Flowers***
Those flames of orange marigolds;
Proudly bloomed golden sunflowers;
Perky pink asters;
Lavender, draping-petaled petunias; and
Deeply velvet, dainty violets
In my cherished photo, showing
Them arranged for my admiration…
Those were the last flowers I was able to grow,
As I collected their blossoms before
The first frost two years ago and how
Afterwards, my poor health
Prevented my gardening anymore.
But, now I will stare long, and often refer
To the photo of those flowers,
Even putting their colorful faces into
Paintings on fine papers.
Imagine, too — what must be due to the inner-
Staying of some childhood
Innocence —
Smiling, I confess I wonder
(just as I do about my favorite trees)
If the flowers sense my
Caring, or know at all
That I am a friend?
Do flowers take their flourish on to heaven?
Too, does their
Presence there present
To God a praising beauty?
And, might any of their
Furthered energy be
Gifted back to us?
Silence. I do not
Expect they speak
…yet, my heart keeps on
Trying this reach…
I dare not guess about
The infinite dimensions
Of God-created Love…
Nor do I know of the many ways
Death was conquered.
I also have
A single, yellow rose
I got at 16
From my brother to bless my ballet recital,
Which I kept and pressed
To hold for life…
My beloved flowers now
Grow on in a poem,
Where revitalized in words,
They may rise
To meet other caring eyes.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 10/10/21
Thanks be to God
***NOTE: please don’t read this piece literally. I know the Bible says nothing about dead plants. As a poet, I wonder & ask ?’s. Oh, surely, God & heaven are open to imagination, even more so than our hearts.
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2021
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