Every Time I See My Pansies

November 4, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is death, in honor of the transition from Halloween to All Saints’ Day and then to All Souls’ Day, which is the Mexican Day of the Dead.

Today’s poem is about a daughter who remembers her dead mother when she goes into in her garden.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Every time I see my pansies

Vivid in the golden sun,

You are with me in my garden,

And I am once again a child.

Vivid in the golden sun,

Their beauty brings me close to tears,

And I am once again a child

Learning to assume your grace.

Their beauty brings me close to tears

As I join hands with you in love,

Learning to assume your grace,

Dancing to your inner music.

As I join hands with you in love,

You are with me in my garden,

Dancing to your inner music

Every time I see my pansies.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/everyt.html . For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Death.

October 31: In Memory of Those Who Died

November 1: Here’s a Little Ditty

November 2: I Am the Mirror of Our Love

November 3: I Didn’t Get a Chance to Say Goodbye

November 4: Every Time I See My Pansies