A Word On Our Flowers Poem by Bill Galvin

Now as I pull the weeds and replant the pots,
I take stock of what is here.
I got back a little late in the season,
So I don’t have the selection I’d prefer,
And the colors are a bit hodgepodge, uncoordinated.
The deck still looks ok, though.

The winter was harsh to your favorite rose bush;
Trimming surgery was substantial; and what is green
Has been eaten by moth worms;
But, hardy like you were, it will bounce back;
I’ll make sure.
Hanging on by a thin thread of hope,
Two soft pink blooms are proof of its love of life.

Your biennial purple foxglove is in flower;
We missed it last year, but it’s healthy still.
Your peonies, irises, and gladioli are passed;
I missed seeing those blossoms,
But Sis Deb made use of some cuttings.

The flowers at your site of repose are doing great;
Daisy, petunia, and geranium.
Heavy rains (from Tropical Storm Bill… no less)
Went though here and everything got a deep soaking.

And our two other flowers, our lovely nieces,
Kirsten and Courtney, are both doing well.
Kirsten is working at the School for the Blind;
And she’s going to Simmons for her Masters studies;
They offered more scholarship money than BC or BU.

Young Courtney; pardonne-moi, young lady Courtney,
Going to be a Junior at university;
I saw her at the restaurant where she works;
Big hugs, “So glad you’re home, Uncle Bill; Look…”;
And she showed me her fingers with rings…
“What am I looking at, Court? ”
With a big smile, she explains,
“Aunt Deb’s opal ring that you let me have…
I wear it every day, all the time! I love it! ”

My Lord, was I moved… more big hugs.

Just thought you’d like a report on our flowers.

6-23-2015

(“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet“- Juliet)