Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

Plastic Flowers

The plastic flowers on your grave
Was all I had to give
To celebrate the life
That you had chose to live

You never took for granted
The early morning rain
Or the songs of the sparrows
Sitting by your window pane

You went to church on Sunday
God's commanded day of rest
And though you wasn't perfect
You always tried your best

You were the worlds greatest mother
And you loved being a wife
You'll always be with me
For the rest of my life

These flowers made of plastic
On your grave will never die
And as long as they're here
I won't have to say goodbye

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Ralph Taylor January 20, 2011 at 5:32 PM Outstanding tribute, my friend. Warm and respectful remembrance. You nailed it. Nice going. Ralph

Andrea Dietrich January 20, 2011 at 4:10 PM well, plastic flowers are just as pretty as the real ones, Larry, and I love that they don't wilt. YOu make her sound like a most special mother! LUv,Andrea

Constance La France January 20, 2011 at 1:39 PM This is so beautiful, Larry, the love for your mother is so apparent, I am sorry for your loss, it is one I know very well, God Bless~~

Carol Sunshine Brown January 20, 2011 at 12:54 PM I am reading many excellent poems this afternoon Larry. I am glad I ran across your excellent poetry again today. Love, Carol

Stephen Parker January 20, 2011 at 12:22 PM Touching poem! Your devoted flowers will always stand vigil! You made a thought-provoking contrast. The inorganic flowers are given life to watch over an organic entity. Also, a nice, flowing rhyme scheme. A small, gramatical foible in stanza three. Wasn't should be weren't!