Some years ago, my mother died on this day. Here`s a rose for her, a lady of courage & who gave no quarter to the bullies of the world, but her heart to all the deserving. I always loved you.
Falling water stopped in flight, then slowly flutters to alight. In doing so, it paints our place, our planet, seen in white, from space Slowly changes in seasons slow To browns then greens and flowered glow This strange liquid, a natural show, Is jeweled starlight we call snow
4 comments:
It's a lovely remembrance well matched by the lovely flower. Thanks for sharing both.
AndiF,
Thank you.
Olivia,
Smiles are my life, thank you.
Your the besst
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