In Memory of Mother’s Roses

Mother’s rose garden

flowers for the family table

all my childhood summers.

Red, pinks, snowy.

No roses for decades

except those given, bouquets,

mostly red.

Now, I look out every window, roses

Pinks, reds, orange, lavender, yellow, snowy.

I love them, cut them,

And remember my mother.

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