Open Poetry #36 |
Mother's Garden |
evomx5 Member
since 2005-07-11
Posts 52Atlanta, GA |
The scent of honeysuckle filled the room As she placed some vines here and there And each and every flower bloom Created its magic in the air She couldn’t wait for summer’s heat When all her flowers came to life A colorful, fragrant garden retreat And always a beautiful sight As I was a lad full of mischief and play I took no care for her toil Summer was fun, with long, hot days Not meant to be digging the soil But, I loved the smell when I walked inside And the colors all sprinkled about The garden spilled into the house from outside Not a cranny was left without She’s been gone for a while and the garden has, too And I still remember the times When I’d lick the stems of honeysuckle dew From the flowers picked off of the vines. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh my what sadly beautiful memories you brought back with this one thank you |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Hopefully, we all have such memories from childhood.. Well done! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
more should read |
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