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I GOT FLOWERS TODAY…
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he said,
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today, and it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again. It was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids?
What about money? I’m afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day. It was valentines day .It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him,
I would not have gotten flowers today.
Poem source: unknown
Poem note: This poem was sent to me by one of the wordpress bloggers and regular reader of my Blog. She requested me to post it. This poem is pretty much her own story. She said she got this poem from the web but she doesn’t know the poet. Every Valentine’s day has become remembrance of nightmare to her.
On this day I wish her to find Love again!
I wish her Love which can erase all pains of her life!
I wish you all Love which brings you Happiness and Joy!
Love and Lots of it
Suresh
PS: As before like any of my earlier stories I am committed to maintain dignity of my source. Please do allow me.
Wonderful, wonderful flowers, Suresh!!!
It is true, there is much pain in the world – but is it not people themselves who cause it?
Our compassion should be there, but nothing work without the pure joy of our spirit!
DEEPEST LOVE TO EVERYONE…
Thanks Shakti and I made corrections to your comment as suggested and I want to keep your comment as it is important to me and my readers.
thanks
I love you, Suresh!
THANKS for everything.
What is so shocking about this is that it is so true. I hope your friend finds the love , the healing and the peace they deserve.
Wonderful!! And coincidentally, I’ve a friend, who was my classmate. Came to know about her very recently and her story is not different, but luckily she is still alive & living with her in-laws. Hope she gets the courage to come out of her problems.
Thanks Prashanth for sharing and may courage be with your friend.
Courage and love to all in these situations…
So depressing, Its hard to imagine about somebody who can be awefully bad! My GOD!!!
Suresh, You can link up that compassion related post here.. I just felt like reading that one soon after this ! somehow the whole concept of that poem is indigesting
I agree with you Veena, you are spot on about Compassion article, actually I also thought about it. hope it is not Synchronicity again!
Excellent composition, Suresh. I love photos of flowers, because you get to play with depth of field.
Even changing the focus from one flower to another can render a completely different image!
Excellent!
A separate comment for the poem -
What a haunting lyric.
I hope your source managed to rectify her situation.
Thank you for bringing this to my awareness. I hadn’t considered that flowers may be an apology for abuse. I am so glad that your reader got out alive, and I pray for her heart to heal.
Wow, wow, wow……fresh yellow and orange marigolds……..bright, cheerful and beautiful……that is what our lives are supposed to be like….that is what the love of our lives are supposed to make our lives like. I can understand the plight of the woman who wrote this poem.
Suresh – whenever I visit your blog, I feel I am at the home of an old friend!
Priya it is really wonderful to get your comments, unfortunately I cannot leave comments on your blog as comments are closed. For my other readers please do check Priya’s wonderful site : http://fromnaturetome.blogspot.com/
Beautiful flowers…lovely image!
Heart-wrenching poem….
They are just magnificient…those bright marigolds…..
God bless her..
And wish, she got out of this nightmare very soon…
take care…
The poem is so heart wrenching in it’s simplicity…Maybe all the more so as it’s so very true…Wonderful writng….. Am going thru’ ur posts now and would like to tell u how very thought provoking yet simple they are…Thanx…..
I have read this poem before and its so sad how a superficial giving of flowers can overshadow the wrong doings in relationships. I hope your friend finds a true love that gives of the spirit, now just flowers.
The poem was so surreal…
And the marigolds, they symbolize cruelty (accdg. to flowers and their meanings)…so befitting!
omg! i can relate to the poem very well. it makes me teary eyed.
but i dont received any flower. hug and massage.
said he loves me and im the one who push him to hit me. Would i leave?
\it was written and copyrighted by Paulette Kelly in 1992
That’s a pretty sad story. getting flowers on your deathbed for love gone wrong is sickening.
that was touching i was beat last night. think i have a fractured knee so now there is no running. no family to help or love that never hurts. so alone an in pain. pills only make me sleepy but wont let me sleep for good.
Shoo that’s exactly what i’m going through
WOWWWWWWWW…You have posted wonderful picture of flower that made me bloom here for a very long time.
i thought this poem was so crazy deep .wheni read this it mad me think and wonder will i ever feel this way in my relationship.but it made me feel i dont have to let any guy make me feel low or have the right to beat me .a guy should wanna give u flowers willing not bring them to your funeral. thanks for being a great poet
Hei thanks for posting this poem.Mom gave me a copy few years back, cried a lot,thinking how can someone survive like that. How does one do that to the ones they love.
Growing up mixing meeting new friends i saw it happening, heard abuse stories, working in hospital i get to interacted with the abused and abusers. It pains me everytime, and all i can think about is this poem.
i wish and hope all women to read and understand this poem,
thank you.
during Valentines Day, i always give my girlfriend some roses collection for her to enjoy “