These Marigolds, Care Poem by Dennis Ryan

These Marigolds, Care



Tuesday evening, Dec.1,2020 at 6: 30 p.m.
41 degrees Fahrenheit in Raleigh, North Carolina

"Deus caritas est"
--1 John 4: 8

It's time to rescue the marigolds
from winter's first hard frost;
the weather tonight will certainly
kill them if they don't find a way

inside from these front porch steps,
their orangish-yellow blossoms,
stems and leaves respiring together,
pumping the air full of oxygen

and hope— false hopes arise,
I think, reminded of my brothers
and sisters—I have no illusions,
lacking as they are in caritas.

Friday, June 17, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,betrayer,brother,sister,loss,care,hope
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Marigolds are my mother's favorite flower, but my brothers and sisters display a lack of care at which our mother would be shocked.
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Dennis Ryan

Dennis Ryan

Wellsville, New York
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