For Mothers Day, one of my late Ma’s poems:

Flower Fantasy

Though flowers cannot speak, we know,

And yet they say so much,

I hear a message from each rose

And in the petal’s velvet touch.

I see your smile in buttercups

And listen to your happy words

Ringing in the heatherbells

And in the chatter of the birds.

When springtime comes with violets blue

And daffodils of gold,

I see the twinkle in your eyes

No words there need be told.

The primroses and celandine

And ragged robin, too,

The purple of the hyacinth

All turn my thoughts to you.

When saying it with flowers

Means unspoken words so clear,

In the jingle of the bluebells

‘Tis your laughter that I hear.

When thinking of the good times

While smiling with the flowers

They seem to smile right back at us

And bring delight for hours.


Ma-001Sylvia Mary Taggart

(7 January 1918 – 13 August 2007)





Flower Fantasy by Sylvia Taggart
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6 thoughts on “Flower Fantasy by Sylvia Taggart

    • March 10, 2013 at 3:11 pm

      Thank you. You make me pleased that I shared them.

  • March 10, 2013 at 9:36 pm

    There’s such a lovely sentiment in your mum’s poem Trish she certainly was a very talented women a lot like her daughter. There is a very strong resemblance in the photo too. Thank you for sharing her poem I hope you will share more. We are all thinking of our mums today who can’t be here to share it with us.

    • March 10, 2013 at 9:56 pm

      Hello Anne, glad you enjoyed the poem, yes, she was a small person with a big heart, and I do look more like her as the years go by. Ma was also very modest, but she would have been thrilled to share her poem with so many people, I can almost hear her giggle. And thank you for your kind words.

    • March 10, 2013 at 11:32 pm

      On Ma’s behalf, thank you for your smile 🙂

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