Orange sun is setting
too few memories
I look in her garden
even bugs will do
so little remains
my little rose is gone
even tree stumps decayed
hidden in waxy green
I find her smiling face
Camillia pink blush
I want to inhale
one remnant of us
To Mothers everywhere who plant seeds in the hearts of children.
Happy Mothers Day
I find her smiling face. Camillia pink blush
I want to inhale one remnant of us
It is such a joy to see them growing up turning out to be all beautiful while other things around decay. Very true Moonie!
Hank
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Hi Leslie – love the poem … I’m sure so true – it’s true of my mother and I … I live on getting ever older .. but memories remain – of happy times … happy Mother’s Day to you and all mothers you will be with … cheers Hilary
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I love you saying mothers plant seeds in the hearts of children. Yes, they do. Happy mother’s day, Leslie.
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A lovely verse of remembrance.
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Sublime, my sweet friend.
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Beautiful write Leslie!
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