Me, In Mom's Garden
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I will turn back the old pages of time,
to mom's flowers and this little girl;
mom filled my pool and in I jumped,
she called me pixie and I giggled.
Then she turned to her garden,
trimming black-eyed susan;
and white shasta daisies,
and we helped too.
I had my own tools,
I worked hard too;
she gave me a small patch in the sunshine,
with bright petunias and yellow marigolds.
Mom planted coneflowers for the monarchs,
I planted columbine for the hummingbirds;
and yarrow for bees,
oh, I loved the garden.
And I loved mom too,
and the lilies, blue bell flowers, and violets;
oh, that crazy creeping thyme,
this is a treasured page in the book of my life.
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June 20, 2016
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Submitted to the contest, New/Old 2
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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