The Last Bouquet

Pink hollyhocks placed in her hands;

she understands

how much I care;

she’s still aware–

although she is extremely weak,

too ill to speak

or comprehend

this love I send

my Granny Kate with graying hair

and saintly air —

her fevered eyes

ignite surprise.

 

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

12 comments on “The Last Bouquet

  1. Linda Baie says:

    So lovely. A captured moment is a good thing.

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    • Thanks. Linda, this one is the Minute, a form created by Verna Lee Hinegardner, at one time the Poet Laureate of Arkansas. She is now deceased. This form is popular among the Arkansas poets. I like using it.

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  2. Lovely poem. Great ending.

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  3. Catherine Johnson says:

    Lovely! That last line is amazing.

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  4. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    ” Like”

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  5. dotlatjohn says:

    So sweet, Freeda!

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