A Home With Us
Tiny petals,
Crystalline anthers,
Trombone-like style,
Its fragrance permeates the space,
Its purple hue glows in the sunlight,
Its freshness sedates the mind,
It sleeps in the cold,
Wakes with renewed vigour in the spring,
My mother’s favourite,
They communed in the morning hour,
They stood by her bedside in her final days.
June 10, 2022.
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