Lanikai Flowers
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Lehua, the eldest ,.
She was a stunner at twenty two; the oldest of four girls in the Dow Lanikai household of little women. Tall, graceful and fair with dark hair that fell to her shoulders, she possessed a poised demeanor that would have been offsetting, except for her Hawaiian smile that exuded warmth and won the hearts of many.
Lokelani, the golfer
…through much practice and improved ability, her sport became an innate part of her. She learned to relax in this zone and without tensing and stress was able to excel and become a champion tournament winner…she had now been playing for thirteen years. More than any of her sisters, she looked the most like her mother.. Her natural olive skin, even more tanned from the sun, revealed a healthy glow to her svelte athletic body…
Ilima, the hula dancer
Ilima was probably the most beautiful of all the Dow girls and stood out more than others in a crowd. Her resemblance to Puamana was there like all her sisters, but she displayed more of her father’s coloring and fine features revealing a face flawless in its complexion. Her exotic look and her full figured, long legged body attracted men like bees to honey. Outgoing and vivacious, Ilima was a favorite amongst her group of dancers and she had gathered many friends over her twenty two years of living.
Mokihana, the favorite
“Tall and tan and young and lovely”, like the old popular song, at five feet nine inches, she was the tallest of Puamana’s daughters. Her friends called her Hana to shorten the four syllable name. Her mother’s olive coloring and her dad’s high cheeked features set off her thick lashed chocolate colored eyes, and a beauty spot above her mouth emphasized her full lips. Out of the four Dow sisters, she was the quiet one and perhaps the sweetest.
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Lanikai Flowers
Puamana Dow’s four beautiful daughters, all named after flowers, are the heroines of this Hawaiian love story, the sequel to Lanikai
The daughters of Puamana were flowers that grew
To blossom and grow near cerulean blue
Where moonlight rippled on waters divine,
Where bright morning sun would rise and shine:
Lehua, Hawaii’s bright red flower,
Whenever picked, the rains would shower
Lokelani, her family’s exquisite rose
Whose colored petals inspired prose.
Ilima, named for Oahu’s flower,
A golden orange for every hour;
Mokihana, the citrus flowering fruit
Unique as Kauai’s island root.
These girls grew up to fit their names
Bloomed and laughed and played their games
As happy girls of sand and sea
Near sun swept waters, they were free.
But then, as women, time would touch
Their loving hearts; they’d suffer much.
And yet, in spite of all their pain,
They’d rally to be whole again.
Lehua, Lokelani, Ilima, Mokihana,
The four daughters of Puamana.
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About the Author
I have lived in
My friends, like those of Ilima, were always there. All the characters are fictional, but the Hawaiian uniqueness, the sense of appreciation for the land and its beauty are perhaps more enhanced in memory when one has to live away from it. I miss it and all the people whom I love who remain in the land where palm trees sway.
Aloha pumehana to them all.
Mahealani
lanishell@aol.com