Vow Breaker

The pink petunias hug the tree
where once I made a lover’s vow
to keep within my memory
true words I have forgotten now.

Where once I made a lover’s vow,
I wonder if another speaks
true words I have forgotten now
in sight of Banner Mountain peaks.

I wonder if another speaks
with promises of newborn love
in sight of Banner Mountain peaks
beneath pale specks of stars above.

With promises of newborn love
to keep within my memory
beneath pale specks of stars above,
the pink petunias hug the tree.

© Freeda Baker Nichols
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14 comments on “Vow Breaker

  1. dotlatjohn says:

    Just love your poem! Petunia volunteers! What a nice surprise.

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  2. Such a beautiful poem, Freeda. I like the pink petunias growing wild.

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  3. But roses do have thorns, so maybe Petunias were what was meant to be when they gave the vow that was meant to be for all eternity.

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  4. Catherine Johnson says:

    My thoughts exactly, beautiful!

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  5. Dot says:

    Beautiful, Freeda. I love this.

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