Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction

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A Mixed Bag


Little Lana, stood with her Mommy saw —

Flowers thought, “daisies,” over grave grew tall.

Thought Dad was here, never saw him at all.

Mom had tearful eyes, emotion made her raw.

Why’s Daddy pushing Daisies, where’s my pa?”

Lana asks fragile Mom; had heard phone call —

Nana said Dad’s, pushing daisies, new calling.

Mom cries at question, by the grave she bawls.


Pushing daisies, what did that mean? Girl knew —

Not the phrase, but thought it’s Daddy’s new job. 

Papa came, Lana asks, “Why Dad now grew —

Daisies? Wasn’t doing business his job?”

Tears trailed down Papa’s eye, his nose he blew:

“It means your Dad is dead, to heaven flew.”


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


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37 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction”

    1. Thanks Rosema. I know they’re daffodils not daisies but, there is an indy kind of band in Canada called ‘Pushing Daisies.’ Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking of the saying and a child wouldn’t know what the flower kinds were. Sorry it’s a sad one.

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    1. Thank you Christopher. The little girl doesn’t realize what kind the flowers are, she just relates them to what Nana told her Mom. It’s almost like, well in the end, her Papa has to tell the truth and she isn’t so innocent anymore. A sad truth.

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      1. Sad truth, just so. I guess, when I read your poem, I think of Wordsworth who wrote famously about daffodils. Wordsworth was a voice for his time, though he speaks still through his verse as we continue to read it and respond. But now we need a new voice to interpret flowers and many other things. I think you are one who has that voice. The voice we need. I don’t mean to sound too cosmic. You write of small things here, and small things need their champion to keep them small but also meaningful. We need that message, too. All right. Soap box. Off.

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    1. Thank you Ameena. Yeah the daffodils, even though not daisies made me think of them. And of course, as all child wouldn’t know what kind they were or what the phrase pushing daisies meant. It’s sad indeed. Thanks again 🙂


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