Whispering Flowers

I went shopping this morning

To buy her flowers

For our anniversary day

A bus trip to the local florist

Then I boarded another bus to the cemetery

My first time on a bus carrying flowers

Bouquet in hand, on I hopped

You could’ve heard a pin drop

Over the silence, I heard solemn whispers

The men on the bus, courteously nodded

And the ladies knowingly smiled

Gratified, I dipped my cap in acknowledgement

Then I started to sense the day’s emotions arise

And with my honesty glowing, I felt proudly special

Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2018

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20