As My Heart Could Tell
The Flowers That I Pledged
Dedicated to my wife, Judith, who died of pancreatic cancer.
On this day some challenged years ago,
You walked down that coiffured aisle.
I waited tensely and then I saw
The regal glamour of your lovely smile.
Tears fell upon your bashful cheek
And so I noticed that mine too.
Solemn promise that shall not break;
At last t'was time to exchange "I Dos".
We kept tradition for ourselves
And I never failed to do since then.
A bunch of flowers I always gave
As ever reckoned anniversary present.
Last year though, was quite different
And I regret that it was so.
Stricken badly by constraints,
It was the lowest we'd been through.
Sure enough, I placed a loan
For the flowers of that year.
But when you called me on the phone
Your desp'rate groaning I could hear.
You said you tried to ignore the pain
Thinking things would soon be fine.
But rating pain from one to ten
The ache was reaching by then to nine.
So sudden change for something else,
For always there'll be another year,
That I chose to have those relieving pills
Instead of buying a bunch of flow'rs.
I came home with a sunken heart,
Anticipating sorely of your dismay.
As I've never failed it from the start
To hand you, dear, a fresh bouquet .
I'll make up next year, I declared;
Not knowing sooner you would leave.
So now I lay it upon your grave
The bunch of flowers that I pledged.
Author: Jecon B. Nadela
Date & Time Written:
September 14, 2018 ; 2:10pm - 2:49pm
On this day some challenged years ago,
You walked down that coiffured aisle.
I waited tensely and then I saw
The regal glamour of your lovely smile.
Tears fell upon your bashful cheek
And so I noticed that mine too.
Solemn promise that shall not break;
At last t'was time to exchange "I Dos".
We kept tradition for ourselves
And I never failed to do since then.
A bunch of flowers I always gave
As ever reckoned anniversary present.
Last year though, was quite different
And I regret that it was so.
Stricken badly by constraints,
It was the lowest we'd been through.
Sure enough, I placed a loan
For the flowers of that year.
But when you called me on the phone
Your desp'rate groaning I could hear.
You said you tried to ignore the pain
Thinking things would soon be fine.
But rating pain from one to ten
The ache was reaching by then to nine.
So sudden change for something else,
For always there'll be another year,
That I chose to have those relieving pills
Instead of buying a bunch of flow'rs.
I came home with a sunken heart,
Anticipating sorely of your dismay.
As I've never failed it from the start
To hand you, dear, a fresh bouquet .
I'll make up next year, I declared;
Not knowing sooner you would leave.
So now I lay it upon your grave
The bunch of flowers that I pledged.
Author: Jecon B. Nadela
Date & Time Written:
September 14, 2018 ; 2:10pm - 2:49pm
