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THE TULIPS BLOOMED

The tulips bloomed again this year

and we walked past them

in reverent procession,

thinking of you.

Their colours bright as you were

in those heady days

of antiquity when you were vibrant,

your laughter trailing on the air,

chasing tears away.

 

How you loved these gardens,

the green slopes where children tumbled,

rolled from peak to foothill

then to sit quietly stringing chains of daisies -

and there amid the children you would be.

But you faded, withdrew

to lands and people you used to know,

far beyond the gardens

and children and chains of daisies,

tulips in bloom.

Your tears brought tears

and laughter no longer trailed on the air.

 

The tulips bloomed again this year

and we walked past them

in reverent procession,

thinking of you.

[At the Botanical Gardens, Hobart]

For my mother, Annie, who passed away in September, 2002,

just 2 days shy of her 93rd birthday.

Rose Frankcombe © October, 2002

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Beautiful tulips grown at Table Cape, NW Tasmania, Australia. Image: Rose Frankcombe

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