Gardening or keeping potted plants was not for my mother as I grew up, but in later years she tended an hydrangea bush and tidied her yard. Everyday I remember her, sometimes pondering the things she left behind.
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wild roses
on a pair of coffee cups
her unknown dreams
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©️2019 Ontheland
The reminders are everywhere. (K)
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Great poem.
Like your prose.
Been there too.
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Thank you 🙂
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Marvelous! 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you 🙂
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LOVE IT!
Reblogging this on Tuesday Reblogs at Riverside Peace next week.
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Thank you :))🌷🌷
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You are very welcome.
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A lovely memory! 🌹
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