Thompson Emate Poet Free verse

Purple Flowers

They were her favourite, 
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of the evening,
They blossomed with her every care,
I was deeply moved,
She trimmed and sold some,
Instructing that they should
 be nurtured with care,
When she was indisposed,
They slowly withered,
I took over and did her obligations,
They didn’t respond at first,
But later conceded,
When she departed,
I told them,
But promised to wear her shoes.




October 16, 2022.

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Valsa George October 17, 2022 at 4:19 AM Quite interesting and equally touching ! It is not easy for another to take up the job of tending a garden that has been well taken care of by another. Even the plants resent the change. Glad you could soon step into her shoes. Thompson Emate October 17, 2022 at 6:05 AM I'm equally glad I could.

Jeff Kyser October 16, 2022 at 6:35 AM A very interesting poem, Thompson. To appreciate the beauty of what another does is one thing, to be pulled in and do it in absence/remembrance, something else indeed. Thompson Emate October 16, 2022 at 7:10 AM Yes truly, Jeff.