See the Ever Beautiful Chrysanthemums

My mind does go back to the time when Mom had the most beautiful of gardens.
Mom labored long and hard to do the right thing with the garden she had.
The prettiest flowers were filling the yard but none so beautiful as the chrysanthemums.
Lovely were they and festive was their color.
What a precious time Mom had while taking care of these flowers.
It was something you'd see; in a familiar magazine, though they never appeared; in one.
Joy is a byproduct of the blessings Mom had while tending to the flowers.
Having grafted one of the chrysanthemums from two separate ones made it a hit.
Mom was the most educated lady I knew for the things she knew and did.
I praise her today for the watch care she gave to my brother and myself.
Her flowers never suffered for not taking care of them for Mom did do it so well every two weeks.
Bless you, Mom, for making things so beautiful for us and the hard work you did,.
I will always cherish the love that you had for us and never forget you.
The flowers would feel the same way if they had emotions sad to say they do not.
If they did they would praise you for all you did of taking care of them.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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