Yellow for my daughter

Gold cherry

By seashore

Thu, 26 May 2016
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Yellow for my daughter

 

I held a buttercup

under your chin

and asked you

the question..

 

you laughed,

and all around you

behind you above you,

I could see fields

of cowslips, primroses

and more buttercups

 

sunlight on your hair

your dress shimmering,

and I wanted to write

a poem for you,

about you, and call it -

yellow, yellow

for my daughter

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Poem
seashore

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What a lovely memory to capture. When the sun shines we have so much yellow around at the moment, the fields of buttercups suddenly … and so many shades of yellow, some soft like the primroses, the deep yellow of the cowslips, and the shine of so many.

So sorry for your sorrow.

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you x

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Beautiful and sad. Yellow, the colour of a glimpse of eternal hope. Thanks for bringing her writing to my attention, had a little look, she lives on in words. Sorry for your loss x

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you Jane x

Submitted by celticman on

yellow, my favouritie colour and this is so sweet, it's right up my street. Mellow and blue it combines the colours of you. 

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thanks celticman.

Submitted by seashore on

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

A beautiful shiny golden poem. I'll also go and have a look at her work now. I'm so sorry for your loss Seashore, as you know. Save the angry words for another time - love trumps all the wankers in the end xx

 

Submitted by seashore on

I do know insert, and also appreciate all you've said.  The angry words will come in time. X

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a beautiful piece of writing.  So very sorry for your loss.

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you so much for both comments. Much appreciated.

Submitted by seashore on

Sorry...forgot to say thanks for cherries.

Submitted by Pat G on

Beautiful

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you Pat G.

Submitted by VeraClark on

A rich poem full of love, seashore. A gorgeous photo of your daughter.

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thanks for that Vera.

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Simple but so full of love. A beautiful memory.

lindy

Submitted by seashore on

Thanks for that lindy.

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A sweet and beautiful tribute to the memory of your daughter, Coral. Sad to hear of her passing, my sincere condolences.

Luigi.

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you Luigi, I know you mean it & I'm grateful x

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I'm sure I remember Overthetop1 from quite a way back.

I'm so sorry for the loss of your daughter coral. I think that your poem is a beautiful tribute to her and the colour yellow is just perfect.

May she rest in peace.

Jenny. 

P.S. I looked back over my work and discovered she commented on My Christmas Mansion Mystery story.  She also said she was keen on Agatha Christie novels. What a fine writer she was, a great loss.

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you for your words Jenny. I miss her so much, and yes she was far more talented than me.x

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Perfect.

 

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you, FB. She was special, much-loved & much-missed x

Submitted by Penny4athought on

because of your kind comment on my chapter I searched for your work to read. .but was not prepared for the sorrow I found here. Your poem is visual and captures a sunshining moment, a snapshot of your child that fills me now with overwhelming saddness and I will search now to read everything on site by Overthetop1. I know I will find a great and soulful writer there.

Penny4athought

Submitted by seashore on

Thank you so much.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This lovely poem makes me think of my daughters when they were young too.  Understated and brimming with childhood summers, this is our Facebook and twitter pick of the day.

Submitted by seashore on

I wasn't expecting this trip down memory lane - sorry
for my recent absence from abc, for obvious reasons. I am still awaiting the inquest for my much-loved, much-missed subject of this poem. For now both my pen, and her's, are stilled, though the words are there, beneath the surface. When the time is right...
Thank you for the pick, it is appreciated x

Submitted by celticman on

I guess yellow and buttercups have appeared and with them all those fears and what was going to be. children don't care, they're just there.  

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

It's a really, really beautiful poem, deceptively simple and full of love. Like everyone else, I'm so very sorry.

 

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