Delicate Memory

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 ... ____________________ 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