Poem: Melissa
Priya met her friend’s daughter and wrote a poem. A cute little one.
While I was thinking about my response, I was curious about the name ‘Melissa’.
Melissa taught the world about honey and the bees got their names from her — melissae.
Priya’s verses are sweet, and I, like the bees, followed them.
Poem: Melissa
The sound of her voice,
so sudden, so unexpected,
like the tinkling of glassesthe symphony of birds,
the fluttering of butterfly wings,
as she whispered so soft,
like cotton clouds
with all the innocence of a child;
your child …
She said hello?
and she listened to me talk,
hung on to each word
as if I was someone
she might want to know
She was just a child
your child,
a beautiful young woman
with laughter like the rain
and she just wanted to say hello
I smile now, hours later
still drinking in her voice,
remembering me saying
hello Melissa,
and I knew you were there,
standing in the background
smiling at the unexpected
bonding of two souls~ © Priya Patel, July 3, 23
My poem may sound contrived, but that is hard work sometimes. So let me know if you survive this.
Melissa, I know you are busy.
As busy as you can be.
As busy as a bee.
Or, just as a bee.
For, you are the angel of bees
The messengers of honey
The creatures that can do no wrong.
All they do — build a hive
And stay together alive.
A hive that is soaked in honey.
Their lives soaked in the nectar of love.
Serving their queen, loyal forever.
No wonder they are called Melissae
For, dear child, they take after your name
Spreading love and laughter
Singing the song of bliss
Blissful is the beginning of beautiful
Soaked in your honey voice.
The hum of your happiness
Like the buzz of the bees.
I shall cherish this thought
The fleeting moments of our tryst
How beautiful, blissfulness can be.~Ashok Subramanian © 2023
Bees and butterflies are my soulmates. So any chance I can write about them, I shall. So, thank you, Melissa, for this opportunity.
~Ashok Subramanian