Daisies and buttercups
are the sweetest wild flowers
reminding me of childhood
sat amongst them for hours
making necklets and chains
so precious and unique
but sometimes they would shrivel
in the midday heat
such exquisite jewellery
I would make for my dolls
for my friends
for my family
and for me
Mum called them weeds
and encouraged my deeds
on those hot summer days
I sat ridding our lawn
of daisies and buttercups
the sweetest wild flowers
I would pick them for hours
until all were gone...
Written 21st May 2019
Contest Strand No 760
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
necklets, appreciation, childhood, flower, giving,
Form: Light Verse
O' mother of the universe...
From Alkebulan, Indus Valley,
And Egypt to Minoan mounts;
You once ruled the world;
All revered your divinity force,
Ravaged devils,
Gave life to innocent folks;
'O' mother of the universe...
Embellished in gold jewelry,
Jasmine necklets strew odor;
In one hand carry sword,
To punish the erring,
In other hand flowers and herbs,
To bless us,
Assure protection from evils,
And sinful minds;
You are womb,
Carry us safe;
You are radiance,
Illuminate our soul;
You are mirror,
through reflection,
Connect our soul;
Assure contentment,
And peace of mind;
'O' mother of the universe...
Accept tribute, in honor I kneel,
Light a lamp in honor,
From the bottom of my heart;
© sadashivan nair?
Categories:
necklets, beautiful, beauty, environment, poems,
Form: Prose Poetry