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beautiful delicate moments from my childhood ...
    is when I was helping mother ... in her flower garden
      father always said we were happiness digging
        in the earth ... and that was true
    I started 
helping when I was very young

 ~  mother knew all the Latin names for the flowers
but, I only knew that they were purple, pink or yellow
      or pretty, or yuk, I don't like that one~ 

        I loved when we would go the garden nurseries
     such an array of different flowers and colors
always something new for us to buy and plant in the garden
mother said we had to hide them somewhere 
       from father  ...

~   often we worked all morning planting, moving or pruning
           and then, we would have lunch in the shade of a tree and
father would have made the lemonade and sandwiches   ~

mother had her favorites and they became mine also
        one she loved was her pink peony bushes
           I had never seen anything more beautiful
     I always thought it was sad ithey only bloomed for a few days
        father left for Heaven first and then, mother and I
     lost ourselves in the garden .. it became our sanctuary
and when mother left me for  'Heaven'  ...

          ~  well, I was shattered and broken ... but
I had the garden (until the house was sold) that is
       now I have my own garden ...  in honor of mother
                     I do it every year just for her  

... and at their grave .. I have planted mother her beloved pink peony
                   that only blooms for a few days in summer ... 

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June 8, 2021


Poetry/Free Verse/delicate memory
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1361-993-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Premier contest, A Tender Moment From Childhood
sponsor, Malabika Ray Choudhury, Judged 07/01/2021

Ninth Place
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