I picked you some Flowers

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad, so I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go, I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day, we all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad, I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me. I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you , I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go , and I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad and that you would not be coming back. She would not tell why and that made me so very sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return. I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. granbee
    Mar 30, 2012 @ 15:36:55

    What a mistake it is not to provide truthfulness with supportive simplicity to children when they lose a friend like this. You honored friendship and helped a lot of parents and teachers with this post today, dear willowdot! Love the illustration, even though it broke my heart as I read this most dear poem.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 30, 2012 @ 15:46:48

      Thank you granbee it is a matter that troubles me deeply , we forget that young does not mean stupid. We should explain things like death and serious illness to children they understand more than we give them credit for. Honesty in most all cases would stop a lot of heart ache and misunderstanding and fear. Children suffer from bereavement too.


  2. kate58
    Mar 30, 2012 @ 16:17:56

    Kids are a lot more astute than adults give them credit for. A nice write, if heart-wrenching. xx


  3. mountainmae
    Mar 30, 2012 @ 22:56:32

    A gift of flowers can span from joy to grief. Love the picture.


  4. ariadnesdaughter
    Apr 01, 2012 @ 13:40:01

    Very touching. I could feel the emotion, the confusion and sadness, coming through.


  5. gigoid
    Apr 01, 2012 @ 23:08:58

    Poignant and beautiful…. I dripped on my keyboard again…sniffle, snuffle… not a joke, this was very sad; I kept hoping an adult would be honest with her…. It would have helped all of them; for grief and pain shared is grief and pain halved…. take care… & Blessed Be….


    • willowdot21
      Apr 02, 2012 @ 06:50:49

      Thanks gigoid, that was the whole point of the poem. The grief is, as you say,magnified by the hiding of the truth the painting it over. If your best friend just disappears,when you are a child, it is doubly upsetting it can make the you feel it was somehow something to do with you, your fault. It is the same when a relative dies the “They are not old enough to go to the funeral they will not understand ” attitude kicks in and that too can be very hurtful. I am sorry to have made you sad but pleased that you fully understood the message. You be blessed too!


      • gigoid
        Apr 02, 2012 @ 12:07:01

        It’s perfectly okay; I’ve been sad before… 🙂 Besides, we only know joy as deeply as we can feel our pain. And I’ll always choose to sacrifice a few tears to a good poem, over avoiding it because it might hurt….. and though this just barely is a poem, as it stretches the definition a bit, it is a good one, nonetheless… thanks, hopefully it will give parents with children something to consider…..

      • willowdot21
        Apr 02, 2012 @ 18:02:30

        Thank you gigoid I appreciate you words!

  6. Vampire Weather
    Apr 02, 2012 @ 20:29:57

    Wow. This is so touching…wow…


  7. Thomas Davis
    Apr 03, 2012 @ 14:44:21

    A touching poem, Willow. Sad.


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