When I was forty some years of age my parents and I had to move to a mobile home.
It was; in the back of my uncle's place.
In their front yard, were the camellia bush.
So beautiful was the colors.
The dark green leaves and the purple flowers that were almost like they were red.
I love the place we had for it belonged to my parents.
It was something they owned.
Was a special time for us and the memories are very vivid.
Reliving the past makes me hunger for the time I was at home by myself and enjoyed the freedom.
The camellias remain to be there though I am not.
It is a time I will never forget as I go along.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)