This Year, Flowers Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
This Year, Flowers
Yes Dad, I bought flowers
I know it's early
But I wanted you to have them for Father's Day
Unlike last year when there weren't any
They're purple and white; appropriate for yr surroundings
The silence of the cemetery is deafening
This time, I won't cry
Can we talk for a while?
I hope you're not still angry
Like you were in that dream I had
A couple of days ago
Although, I can't shed anymore tears
I will never stop thinking of you
I still yr little girl; the apple of yr eye
I miss you very much
Do you miss me?
2) and this poem you wrote is as beautiful as my memories to my dad. Bravo, dear LeeAnn!
1) A heart-wrenching poem, he was my everything since he was such a gifted father and because my beloved Mum was constantly sick, a phobia from her war, he took me always to our favourite ice saloon on his bike
I think all little girls hold their father in their hearts forever... the love lives on
This beautiful heart wrenching poem was a difficult read for me. Because somehow, he and I were never able to fully express our love for one another. LeeAnn, how can your father still be angry with you when you're writing such honestly good stuff about him? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/30/2023 12:19:55 AM # 1.0.0.1113
Very touching poem...God bless you dear