In this late spring hum
.....When days flow into night- -
When the clearing breeze-billows thru the tree's
...And our galaxy supplies the light- -
It's a fondest time for me to recall
.....As a once "horticulturist' to be
Moments spent with mama in her floral garden- -
...Pampering her delicate, dainty, daisy- -
So many blooms were in full joy- -
.....Their fragrance gave them away- -
The Lilac's & the Jasmine were most obvious
...In her garden where springtime bird's would play- -
Mama's garden was a true paradise- -
.....Once there it was hard to leave- -
Taken in by such beauty was 'awe' inspiring- -
...A most glorious gift to receive! !
By, Theodora Onken
5/18/18
.In her garden where springtime bird's would play- - - a beautiful setting for your mother, tending to her flowers while springtime birds sing- -what a lovely remembrance for her sweet daughter
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Susan! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank you! ! ! ! Thank you dear poet for taking the time to read my words. You are too kind, my friend!