Her name was June, but she left in May,
before the sunflowers could bloom and ask
for more days. In the stone church, whispers
spoke of the claim: cancer, a brain tumor.
Stolen summer laid her cold, draped in flowers
taken in their bloom. They would die soon.
I kept my head bowed, listened for June,
waited for the preaching, sobbing, and hymns to end.
In the front of the church, in a purple dress
with a black bow in her hair, June’s daughter sat;
I knew her well. She looked straight ahead and made
no sound, and that is why I kept my head down.
And when the cars were gone, and I was alone
I wept, and I wept to the church and through June.
The last months of her life, when the brain tumor
grasped and haunted her head, June had changed.
And her daughter, so many days, so many different
colored bows, would tell stories of the crazy things
her mom would do and stay. And it wasn’t June.
It wasn’t your Mom. I cry because we have lost
part of summer, but I weep for her girl in the purple dress,
and the June she remembered as she sat on those steps.
sad melancholy spread in the atmosphere like whispering shadows, unknown fear.who died later, was lost earlier ..it was her I wept for now ..in may she has gone.
Your comment, itself, is beautiful. Thank you.
Well expressed emotion, and haunting.
I had to read this I saw her name was June, but she left in May. How beautifully expressed and felt. I love this! The Girl in the Purple Dress. Great title it sticks with you!
Thank you very much.
So beautiful, Sarah. Intimately said and honestly felt. When time and experience coalesce, drawn into the center of a sorrow that rises and falls, but never truly fades.
Thank you very much. I hope it is a fitting tribute to a special woman.
heartbreaking stuff, I teared up. Don’t do that anymore, I always read your stuff! 🙂
Thanks…and sorry 😉
This made me cry, it’s so beautifully and sensitively written, and brain tumours are cruel the way they steal people before they die.
Yes, that is what I was trying to convey – that was the saddest part of the whole thing to me. It stays with me. Thank you for your kind comments.
stark visual, well written 🙂
It is from one’s passing memories bloom. They are flowers never die.
You have written a poignant piece, expressed a depth of caring tells who you really are. Keep writing . . . .so we will be reminded.
Thank you very much.
Beautiful, haunting. The opening is particularly strong, and many of the line breaks are wonderful: “so many different/colored bows” is my favorite. This is a lovely, heartbreaking poem.
Thank you for reading. It is always nice to hear which lines resonate with readers.
Beautiful haunting sad yet you celebrate memory.
Thank you. I will always celebrate June.
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Thank you very much for the nomination!
you are welcome
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Thank you very much!
You honor every June and their children with this poem. Thank you for that. God Bless!
Thank you so much.
Thank you for visiting my blog today. I appreciate the time you took to stop by. May your day be filled with joy and peace.
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
Thank you and the same back to you 🙂
wow…. so beautiful.. yet so sad…. beautiful job, and excellent choice of images.
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
A story beautifully told…well done.