Florida's Foreverly Shores
The Memory Garden
~Marge Tindal~ 1999
I linger in the memory garden,
because I find you there.
Each yellow rose that I pick,
reminds me of your golden hair.
The flowers that I see,
whether yellow, pink or white,
remind me of the times you held me
and made my world seem right.
The fragrance of the rose
reminds me the most of you.
You always loved the roses,
no matter what the hue.
Today in the friendship garden,
I saw a butterfly,
I knew that for just a moment
your spirit came fluttering by.
I'll think of you dear mother,
as I gather a big bouquet.
I'll take your memories with me,
and put them on display.
I'll arrange the lovely flowers,
and place them in a vase,
when I gaze upon them ...
I'll remember your smiling face.
For you taught me to love the flowers,
planted in the garden of love.
I'm sure that you'll be watching over me
from the friendship garden above.
Thanksgiving thoughts of my mother, Beverly Drury Cowart Adams.
Here too short ... gone too long.
Her earthly talisman was the butterfly,
her heavenly one is an angel.
Is it coincidence that they both have wings ... I think not. ~Marge~
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
[This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 11-21-1999).]