A Garland Of Flowers Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
A Garland Of Flowers
A garland of flowers I carried for you,
To place on the grave where you always shall lie,
There under the shade of that old twisted yew,
So peaceful and calm and I try not to cry.
I look at the headstone that's so hard to read,
The letters have faded and been worn away,
Yet I do remember they're etched in my heart,
And I could recite every word it does say.
I stay and I talk of the time that has passed,
Of things that have happened and things I have done,
I feel you are with me the touch of your hand,
Caresses my soul like the warmth of the sun.
I blow you a kiss now and bid you farewell,
Yet I will return on the same day next year,
Again I will carry a garland of flowers,
I'll never forget you my love and my dear.
The poignance of these beautiful verses touched me truly and deeply and I was almost carried away to the scene where the headstone lies. Very touching tribute to the one you love. Thanks. Arya
i love this poem of yours andrew. you have etched yourself on my heart. keep on.
amazing at the start i thought it was pretty basic but its so emotional that you dont forget it you cant forget, its embedded almost in your brain, brilliant! oh and i read your biography, iff you do read this i just wanted to know is poetry all you will do for the rest of your life or... im just intreged as i am 12 and im deeply into music to! thanks,
The poem sings with inspiration and feeling of eternity.A beautiful one, thanks for sharing, Andrew. Best wishes. A.
Soulful elegy in the memory of someone you loved so passionately. CP
people we love and lose forever live in our heart. we are able to connect- very touching.10 Mamta
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:34:10 PM # 1.0.0
A lovely, well constructed poem. and it touches.