There were always flowers.

Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast,

All lace and diamonds.

Long black gloves

And painted lips,

As she left, laughing.

A child who watched

As the door closed.

There were flowers…

Yellow tulips,

Cellophane and ribbon

A girl who blushed

As the curtain fell

Upon the stage;

She cradled them,

A first bouquet.

There were flowers,

Roses and lilies

White, in hands and hair,

Their fragrance mingled

With frankincense,

A ghost of awe and wonder

Finding a home

In memory.

There were flowers…

Rainbow hued,


Greeting a life newborn,

With love and welcome,

Lighting stark severity

As a babe cried.

There were flowers…

Daisy chains

Around his brow,

Crowning him with sunlight,

In laughter,

In simplicity,

In love.

There were flowers,

Three roses,

Red as life,

Placed in a cold hand,

One for each heart

Saying farewell.

Too long,

Too soon.

There are flowers,

Heather and bluebells

Painting horizons

Still unexplored.

Pathways of petals

Laugh at our feet,


In joy or sorrow,

When the tears fall,

There are always flowers.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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56 Responses to Flowers…

  1. buffalopound says:

    Love this, Sue. Thanks.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jenanita01 says:

    Simply beautiful, Sue…


  3. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    More flowers this morning but this time combined with beautiful words from Sue Vincent.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Awesome and marvelous poem all apt with the times, Sue and flowers all the way.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Anne Copeland says:

    I love the symbolism of the flowers as they are truly present at so many points in our lives and for celebrating or comforting us at so many occasions that are crucial signposts in our journey. The flowers, as is true of human beings, seem to have so many different expressions or personas as it were, each one fitting for a different moment in time. It is part of the miracle of our world for certain.


  6. willowdot21 says:

    A beautiful poem Sue, a journey through life in the company of flowers💜💜💜


  7. Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:
    It will be 22 years ago on the 13th that I lost my Dad. It is just a few months since my Mum joined him. It will be her birthday on the 22nd.
    There were always flowers.
    Thank you Sue, this is beautiful and I hope you don’t mind me borrowing it.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. I’ve reblogged this too Sue. It’s a beautiful poem.


  9. This is beautiful Sue.


  10. dgkaye says:

    Love all the different symbolisms you covered in this beautiful poem Sue. A flower for all seasons. ❤


  11. Tina Frisco says:

    So touching, Sue. Beautiful and moving in its imagery ❤️


  12. Beautiful, Sue… ❤ Sharing. xo


  13. Joan says:

    a poem as lovely as all the flowers it embraces…


  14. It is lovely. And maybe flowers will come to you for mother’s day 😀


  15. Widdershins says:

    May it always be so. 🙂


  16. Wow, Sue. This is just stunning and so poignant. I love the way you wove flowers through seasons of life. All so evocative of the milestones. Beautiful.


  17. Dale says:

    Gorgeous, Sue. Flowers do play such a role in pretty much every event. Why just today I received a bouquet as a belated birthday gift.
    Happy Mother’s Day to you!


  18. Jennie says:

    This pulls at every heartstring. Lovely!


  19. This is very moving, Sue.


  20. beautifully written, a pleasure to read ♥️💐💐💜🌷


  21. Khaliinee says:

    This was the sweetest poem I’ve read today


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