Mums Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Gone away for a spell and returning home
finding a gift at the top of the porch landing
on autumn day in a terra cotta pot wrapped
with bright green foil…the blooms were outstanding

Who was so thoughtful…there's no card to clue me in
I asked those that I thought might be responsible
No one knew or took credit… were the flowers meant
for me… finding the answer was virtually impossible

Beautiful shades of purple with yellow star centers
reappear from the ground each fall … reminding
me of someone's mysterious act of kindness
My gratitude is stymied… my thoughts are blind

It strikes me a little funny as I ponder the question
again this year… the pretty flowers are called Mums
They continue to keep a secret without disclosing
the giver's name… I'm still in the dark…feeling dumb

10/10/2010