Mom was a gardener of the most beautiful flowers imaginable.
There were twenty-eight rose bushes within one yard.
It was a special time for Mom to take care of these and she did.
The flourished so well and gave many hours of joy to see from the window.
Gentle were the roses for they were the ones with a velvet like texture to the petals.
We had gladiolas and chrysanthemums among the roses to be; in one yard.
There was nothing like the beauty of the yard that Mom had for us to share.
Since then a lot of things have happened.
Mom is no longer here upon the earth.
Dad has also passed away.
All that are left are the memories of the yard we used to have and how beautiful it was for us to have the home we did.
The greatest memory was the gentleness of the roses we had and how beautiful they were.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)