top of page
Little Snowdrop
by
Helen Scott
Helen is from the Wirral. She has written around 70 poems, each stimulated by her experiences. This is another poem written for her Mother who at the time was in a Nursing Home in the country suffering with Dementia.
A delicate head of pure white petal,
Pushed it’s way out of a frozen bed.
Silently, falling snow came to settle,
As it nodded its sleepy head.
The more fragile a flower that grows in the wild,
Even the more resilient it does become.
Unlike the dependence of a new born child,
The confidence it needs to walk and then to run.
This dainty little flower from the wild,
Spreads it’s pure and untarnished self.
Through field and hedgerows far and wide,
Free and wild without any help.
bottom of page