Red Daylilies

The house is empty now
and no one tends
the flowers, growing still,
along the walk where once
I strolled with Mama.
My hand in hers, she walked
with me and talked about
the blue hydrangeas,
phlox of pink,
daylilies red, and
golden daffodils
dazzling at their peak
of color in the sun.

I  walk along the
silent footpath now,
where only shadows move.
I miss Mama.

cCopyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

14 comments on “Red Daylilies

  1. Dorothy Johnson says:

    I’m enjoying your poetry!

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  2. Glynda Bates says:

    Oh Freeda, this is lovely. Thanks for causing me to spend a little time in memory lane. Glynda

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  3. Glynda Bates says:

    Oh Freeda, this is lovely. Both my grandmothers grew beautiful flowers. My mother didn’t do flowers but she made works of art with her needle. Clothes, curtains, quilts and even covered furniture. Thanks for causing me to spend a little time in memory lane. Glynda

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    • Thanks. I only knew one of my grandmothers. I don’t know if she grew flowers. I think she could do needlework, and my mother could embroider beautiful tablecloths and pillowcases and she could do tatting. Spending time in memory lane can be fun, don’t you think?

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  4. My mother passed last fall so I definitely relate to this.

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  5. This is sooo beautiful, Freda. Makes me miss my mama too.

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  6. Judy VanPelt says:

    How touching! Made me cry! Reminded me so much of my sweet Grandmother Graham who is in heaven now and my mom who is thankfully still here! So well written!

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  7. Thanks for sharing!

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