Life behind the Flowers
Diligent at her creative skill
Committed to the daily drill
Hoisting buckets filled to the brink
Scrubs, refills them in the sink
Some think she’s there, just to serve
That blatant ignorance hits a nerve
She trims, arranges, restocks removes
Inferior foliage she disapproves
Orders, phones calls, are demanding
Arrivals, departures need commanding
Interruptions from patrons and staff
Commandeers a disparaging laugh
She’s a daughter, sister, caring friend
A Mother, boss, with much to contend
An essential on holidays she’s always present
At times those days are most unpleasant
Her "Mother’s day" is no reprieve
At times her body feels such defeat
With aching back and very sore feet
Expertly she forges through the day
Enjoying the flora in her own way
The constant action stave's off the mundane
but it’s the creative interlude that keeps her sane!
11 comments:
what a wonderful, understanding, loving tribute to your florist friend! SORE feet is something I know all about! being in demand on all the holidays IS grueling. Sometimes demands take away from the creativity that made us enjoy a particular career or hobby, which is sad. You've captured her value beautifully. ♥
( i sure know what you mean about sometimes not being able to find creative words, I'm stuck on the WI prompt too)
Now this is poetry I like! It caused me to think about something that had never entered my mind before....a florist! Thanks for that, and for the lovely purple (!!) flowers in the photo.
I'm impressed with your poem. Very good!
You express so well the complexity of a life that may be seen as simple. The accompanying photo is lovely.
I feel you girlfriend! I think your poetry is so expressive and I'm usually nodding as I read them.
That last line is SO true!
HUGS
aww, you made me tear up, thanks for the tribute, Sherrie, I am honored!
Very good poem, by the way!
it's lovely.
Arlene,
Lakewood florist
What a great poem!!
Thanks for stopping by my blog over the weekend!
You always think of the nicest things... it's a great poem and a great tribute. Hold your head up and soar with a job well done! :)
So many times the people who make our lives run seamlessly are too easily overlooked. What a great way to recognize someone. My SS is posted here:
http://www.smoochdog12.com/2008/05/sunday-scribblings-soar.html
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