Friday, 4 October 2019


My father knows when
the crocuses are out

And when the snowdrops
and when the bluebells

and how to listen, carefully,
to the nesting birds

between our rooms.

Daisies will come
and roses will grow

and perhaps we shall walk
and reminisce about the snow

and kick up some leaves
and weave up some dreams

while the world passes by
my father and I.

© Shaista Tayabali
(Dverse Poets Open Link)

Dad fell hard on the concrete pavement outside our house, broke his femur and had surgery a few weeks ago. His road to recovery is long, challenging and filled with his extraordinary light.


tonispencer said...

My best wishes for your father's complete recovery. My father always knew the same things

Anonymous said...

How awful for your father. Hope he feels better soon.


Kim M. Russell said...

I wish your father a speedy recovery and gets to kick up some leaves and weave some dreams very soon!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

My prayers are with you. This is a deeply evocative write.

Mary Hood said...

Love your poem. Prayers for a full recovery. Falls can be life changing.

brudberg said...

Oh I hope that he will make a full recovery... the reference to crocuses made me think of the fact that they should be planted now so we can enjoy them in spring.

Mistella said...

My best wishes to him. I can see the bond you share with him❤️

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