Not Just Yet
Everyone expected
her to move to town.
Mom was in her eighties,
walked with a cane
and a new hip. She said
she guessed she’d better
begin sorting and thinking
about moving to town.
But that October,
by herself, she planted
a bed of red tulips.
A hundred of them.
(early 2000s)
I love this poem!! Red tulips for all of us! *sharing*
Bless you, Liz. She was a hard act to follow! So was her mother, Grandma Leora.
From what I’ve come to know of them from your blog and Leora’s Letters, they were both remarkable women.
A strong bunch of women in your family.
I don’t seem to have their strength (fibromyalgia for two decades), but have been blessed with tenacity!
For my two cents, moving to town is highly overrated. That being said, I loved the poem.
She was able to live there until her last 6 weeks and 2 days, but my sis lived with her those last dozen or so years which made it possible.
Beautiful poem!
It does make them a tough act to follow…
What a testament to her!
I don’t know how I missed this one, but I absolutely love it! 🙂
Bless you, Linda. She’s a hard act to follow!
I will cling to that vision of the hundred red tulips! Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem!