CHERRY BLOSSOM DREAM
I had a cherry blossom dream
Filled with silver poppies
Blowing ants in the wind
On a horse shoe driveway
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Daisies as a carpet
Along the garden beds
Smiling down at me
As I lay along the lawn.
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A steadfast tree trunk
Inscribed with my name
Eucalyptus smells
Drop like raining leaves
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A hydrangea buffet
To line the walkway
A gender reveal
Hues of pink and blue.
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A bougainvillea archway
That steps to my wish
Where my silver heart
Lives again in my dreams.
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Read this poem with the song in the background that plays in my head when I think of the silver haired man who shaped my entire life in the home I miss more than my childhood.
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Love is in the air by John Paul Young.
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We miss you Poppy, especially your dancing in the lounge room with Nanny to ‘Love is in the air’ 💔🌸
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Thanks for reading 🕊️
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