I'm sorry, Dad that I didn't have any flowers to put
On yr grave
No one had any to sell
Though, I did visit you, but it's not the same
Without flowers, yr grave looks abandoned
I know Father's Day is over
I had tried to avoid writing this poem
Because it was too painful to remember the failure
Until I mustered up the stength
To write about it, this morning
Please forgive me in the hour of my need
I shall never forget yr love
Maybe when the pandemic is over
I'll plant a garden around you
now a days for flowers to last longer mainly on grassy graves set up a vase full of flowers paper one's send an order to my daughter The grave will be like A GARDEN ALWAYS
Into the soul of ground Now Dad is living But the flowers roots looking after him with God blessings
My eyes are swollen up a bit when I read this, the feelings are raw and hit deep, this had to be one of the harder poems I ever read. I am sorry beyond words LeeAnn. A great tribute, your words make immortal what a flower cannot.
Beautiful, especially the finish! A glorious garden of flowers. So apropos.
Very moving poem. My wife's grave has no flowers because of Covid.
M J Lemon says that this is your very best poem, and he could be right. It is indeed very good. Full of sadness, but I know that your father has already forgiven you. Flowers are nothing compared to your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart-wrenching poem that clearly illustrates the deep love that a daughter has for her deceased father. A very sincere apology. The last line is priceless! Nice job, Lee Ann!