Flowers at Forest Lawn: A Poem of Grief on Mother's Day

twenty-four mother’s days later

there is still a holding on, an unwillingness to

fully let go as if letting go means forgetting or

at least somehow making what wasn’t ever

somehow less important

my grip screams it was and it is, still

asters and daisies and perhaps some day lilies but

in actuality I can’t remember what assortments

of pinks and purples and yellows filled

that heavy bronze cup, its mouth flush with the ground

so those watching could easily pretend the flowers

just burst from the well-tended lawns naturally

rather than being placed there by grievers --

the latter hoping never to remember

never to forget

 

  Julie Jordan Scott is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy and mixed-media artist  whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming Summer, 2014 and beyond. 

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Comments

[Charity Craig (@charitylcraig)]

This is so beautiful. A mother never dies in our hearts. :)

[Anna Stewart]

Beautiful. The image of the flowers in the bronze cup mimicking life and nature is vivid and powerful.

[rosemary]

Sad Julie but it is so good to express. I miss my mother who died in December but cannot bring her back onto the earth plane, I know she is around and one day we'll be together again.