Silent walks,
Yellow buttercups in bloom,
Listening to nature,
White Narcissus wet with dew,
Tasting eloquent beauty,
Purple Orchids love the sun,
Feasting my eyes.
Pink cherry blossoms fete fun,
A sacred ceremony,
Red Quince mother marmalade,
A lingering memory,
Lavender Hyacinths perfumed pomade,
A deep, profound, intimate,
Forget-me-not's, your word, shall keep,
Garden of one's soul,
Burgundy Crab Apple Blossoms greet,
Patiently waits,
Forsythia soft yellow coverlets,
In cool, discreet, shadows,
Mysterious creamy-milk Gardenias set,
Dressed in English Ivy,
Trailing-dulcet-dainty-miniature-roses-pink,
Standing majestically,
Multi-coloured fragrant Freesias blink,
Tiny luminous dewdrops,
Plump fresh Holland Tulips sway,
Slowly slide off,
A line of beautiful ambrosial Stock play,
The iridescent angel's hair,
Tame the soft Lamb's ear with care,
Tangled by a Widower
Dogwood tree blossoms of pink; white; red glare,
Who donned the colour black.
Lovely is she, flowery Azalea, celebration of Spring,
Dignified with honor he waited patiently.
Entwined bleeding hearts flew to Heaven in Angelic wings.
~ By Caprichos
11MAR08
PLEASE NOTE*
MY POEM MAY BE READ IN THREE WAYS:
1.) Read even lines first...Represent my Grandmother.
2.) Read Odd lines secondly...Represent my Grandfather.
3.) Read poem as a whole...Represent both my maternal Grandparents.
March 19, 1912
Grandmother's birthday
January 2, 1987
Passed on
June 6, 1903
Grandfather's birthday
May 29, 2000
Passed on
NOTE* This is a tribute in the honor of the memory
of my precious Grandmother J.R.f. (1912-1987)
She was truly a grand lady who absolutely fascinated me.
I've also included my Grandfather M.F.R. (1903-2000)
He was a man of intellect who traveled the world.
*Grandma's favorite song*
'Fascination'
(1932)
It was fascination
I know
And it might have ended
Right then, at the start
Just a passing glance
Just a brief romance
And I might have gone
On my way
Empty hearted
It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love
It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned - to - love
