When Red Poppies Bloomed

I remember meeting you,
a thousand summers ago,
a magical time in my memories,
with meadows like red seas,
waving in the breeze,
these moments seem just like yesterday –
when red poppies bloomed.

Love blossomed and grew,
together for a lifetime,
but who knew,
if love was really here to stay,
we’d hope and wish each summer –
when red poppies bloomed.

Through all the seasons,
for all the right reasons,
together were we.
Dreaming side by side,
of days gone by
and days that would make us sigh.
Still dancing together on summer nights,
smiling with joy –
when red poppies bloomed.

Everywhere we roamed,
our hearts were wild and gay,
it seemed we were always in dancing steps,
holding hands you and I.
Even when days brought tears,
together with our love,
away fled the fears.
Even if it wasn’t blooming summer,
you held me tight –
reminding me that red poppies would bloom again.

Somewhere along life’s road,
angels took you away,
leaving me to venture alone.
Seeing your smile,
in every ray of the sun,
remembering you most of all –
when red poppies bloomed.

~

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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