The lady in the flower garden
On a hot summer day
Reminds me of my mother
A certain unexplained look on her oval shaped face
Her thin lips look like my mother's lips
The way she holds her mouth
Careful always with what she says
And how she says it
She is studying the flowers
Looking at them closely
In her small hands, she holds tiny yellow flowers
Beauty, flowers all kinds surrounding her
Her cup overflows with goodness
As the golden sun shines upon her face
She turns to shield her eyes
Her glasses too, remind me of my mother
The way they hang slightly on her nose
She is petite yet a tower of strength
Wearing a pretty blue sleeveless dress
Which well matches the pale blue sky
Her shiny silver hair
Falls loosely just above her narrow shoulders
Flowers as delicate as her heart
Bursting full of love
Beautiful greenery, deep green
Bouquet of flowers, vibrant colors
Blending and mixing so well with her serene spirit
The lady in the flower garden
The perfect image and soul of my mother
They say I look like my mother
Perhaps someday
The lady in the flower garden
Will be me
The exact image of my mother.
