Some men never think of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FLOWERS

Some men never think of it.
You did. You’d come along
And say you’d nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong. The shop was closed. Or you had doubts –
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers. It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.

-Wendy Cope

6 thoughts on “Some men never think of it.

  1. Those flowers that never quite arrived … I am familiar with that, especially when my beloved asks me after lunch if I know it is Valentine’s Day. He only found out because his sister asked him what kind of flowers he had given me. I smiled, for he has never made an issue of this day – even while we were courting – having dismissed it as “a commercial racket” even then. To be fair though, I get flowers on my birthday and even when he remembers our wedding anniversary 🙂

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  2. Loved this! My dear husband knew how to pick out cards for holidays that touched my heart deeply.

    I told him way back in the beginning that I’d rather have living flowers than dying ones. Today, I have lots of flowering vines, shrubs and plants growing here in Plum Cottage Gardens. I am thankful for them all and for the 43 years we had together before God called him home.

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  3. What an interesting poem! I wonder where she’s coming from – initially, you’d think it was tongue-in-cheek. But not necessarily; maybe she’s just a nice person, wanting to turn something not-so-good into something better.

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