In the pink flowers live my memories vividly,
as though my past finds solace in their embrace,
under the charisma of the bougainvillea blooms.
Grandpa, grandma, cousins, aunts…
they appear in my mind’s eye, one by one,
every time I glimpse these graceful flowers,
igniting childhood memories, one after another.
A simple flower sparking a myriad of memories—
how does such simplicity carry such depth?
A symbol of my childhood,
yet nothing is merely simple;
everything holds significance, even the seemingly plain,
like a bougainvillea blossom cradling a lifetime of my childhood in its petals.
Life is scattered with memories of every hue;
may yours overflow with cherished moments to revisit.
This poem is written in response to the one hundred and ninety sixth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – IGNITE and the above photo prompt hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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I love bougainvillea and have so much of my childhood spent under 1 such tree… truly, these plants live vividly in our memories..
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Yes, it’s the little things that spark off these memories! For me it is sometimes a cooking tool or a recipe I find written in my Mom’s handwriting!
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Wow, Vinitha!! The picture is beautiful, but I loved your poetry more. How true…even in the most insignificant of things are hidden memories sweet and sour. ❤
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The pink and the blue make it a beautiful picture. It is wonderful how simple things around us take us to the memories of the good times (not wanting to mention bad times deliberately).
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