Alone with your dad and his present: a single red dahlia which I potted in fresh soil, and placed in a shaded far corner of my garden. On Mother’s Day you are 21, in Denmark without a plan in your pocket but to see a girl. Your Ophelia, my dahlia, damn Denmark. I am at the start of every mother’s journey.
5 replies on “Dahlia Lament”
Wonderful and touching
Excellent poem. A true journey of motherhood.
This poem is quite touching.
This is lovely.
Thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words.