Flowers are in bloom
Always bring to mind
Memories of my childhood
Joy and gloom.
I remember Mother's
Beautiful Marigolds
Framing the pathway
To where she sat
In her swing
Watching me play.
Smiling I can recall
Our Crepe Myrtle tree
With it's bark so smooth
Cradling me until
A lizard appeared
Sending me
Scurrying away
Sounding a loud shrill.
Closing my eyes
It's so easy to remember
Mother's Carnations
Dressed in White
Pink and Red.
Their beauty and
Memories of Mother
Will always live
Deep inside of my heart.
For many years
Mother has been tending
God's flowers
But the love she gave me
Will linger on in me
And mine through
Seeds now sewn.
Nancy Mathisen Clark © 10-08-2000