Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


by David Subacchi

I confess that I cannot
Tell one flower from another
Except for: Roses
Grown by my grandmother
Daffodils the symbol
Of my adopted nation
Bluebells that grew
In woods behind my school
Dandelions in the park
That I was forbidden
To pick on pain
Of awful consequences
Violets after cheap sweets
In paper wrappings
Tulips because they
Came from Amsterdam
Carnations from weddings
Primroses from the river bank
Near where I fished
Something pink called
Our Lady's Slipper
That my mother loved
Snow drops for some
Long forgotten reason
And water lilies

1 comment:

  1. I love how those flowers just appear one by one as you read through (or listen) I think you know those flowers.