My daughter sent me an unformed poem for Mother's Day.

My daughter sent me an unformed poem for Mother's Day.

It started like this.

A vase of flowers stand in the window,
A crystal vase filled with rose and lilies
Stand in the window.

The crystal vase filled with cream roses and
Purple lilies stand in my window, against the
Backdrop of pure white net.

The crystal vase stands in my window, its
Treasure a bouquet of creamy roses and purple
Lilies, a sprig of mimosa and deep green leaves
Set against a background of brilliant white net.

Against a background of brilliant white net
The crystal vase of flowers stands in my window.
Weak spring sunshine catches the glow of creamy
Roses and translucent tips of white lilies with a
Heart of purple, and black stamens. White mimosa
Vies with deepest green and I'm reminded of
Stained glass windows in a church.

I see my daughter walking down the aisle,
Her bouquet of white roses and purple lilies
Setting off to perfection her cream wedding dress.
Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows
Catching her auburn hair with highlights of gold.
Tears weren't far away that day, tears of joy
Mixed with tears of sorrow and regret. That my
Parents weren't here to witness this day, the
Wedding of their favourite grandchild.

I see myself in another church, hands trembling
With suppressed emotion, if I'd cried that day
I don't think I would have ever stopped. A hand
Grasped mine, giving and receiving comfort, my only
Daughter, my friend, my strength.
May sunshine lit up the stained glass windows
Falling with melted gold on flowers of rainbow hue,
Sweet fragrance from lilies, an incense of nature.

Earlier on we had stood together, a bereaved daughter
And granddaughter saying goodbye to a mother and Gran.
Kissing her cold cheek for the last time I was glad she had
Seen my daughter in her wedding dress, but sad she couldn't
Have lived another month.

We both placed roses in her coffin, creamy roses, her favourite
Flower. Its called the peace rose.

Now the crystal vase holds joy and sorrow
Memories and beauty rolled into one
Standing on my windowsill
In the early spring sunshine.

© Lisa Fuller. March 2006.

Please let me know if the start is too ambiguous, thanks.