My mother was my very best friend.
One of the things about her that was so well known was her knowledge of flowers.
Having twenty-eight rose bushes; in one yard, was a testimony of itself.
Every two weeks Mom would work with the rose bushes and help them to grow.
They repaid her with the flourishing and beauty of themselves to show Mom her labor was not in vain.
The roses responded well to the treatment she gave them.
In June, when they bloomed you could see the growth that was evident.
Mom had to leave those rose bushes behind when we moved away.
But the joy of my heart was Mom and her rose bushes were teamed well.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)