Last Bouquet Of Summer? Poem by Marilyn Lott

Okay this might not be the last
The stems are shorter now
And the quality has surely past
Though still go in a vase somehow.

But the fragrance, oh the fragrance
Of Sweet Peas are simply divine
The colors pleasant to gaze upon
I am so happy that they are mine.

I always start these climbing plants
Upon my window sill
I hate to take them out to plant
Why, I feel motherly about them still.

I remember when I was a little girl
My mother started them in the ground
Wherever we would live
I simply expected to have them around.

So when I look upon this collection
I feel like it will be a bummer
Because it won't be very long before
It will be the last bouquet of summer!