Flowers For Mother
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For my mother.
I wanted to plant flowers at your grave,
and you so loved roses and carnations;
now, their beauty dances- sways in a wave,
roses stand at your grave as guardians.
Charming clusters of carnations enchant,
graceful jewel-toned roses so joyful;
in the sun like a painting by Rembrandt,
not mournful, but peaceful and blissful.
Flowers in a place remote and pampered,
where chipmunks and squirrels run and birds sing;
where teardrops fall on bright roses treasured,
and on the gems butterflies wing and cling.
Until my time on Earth ends- till that day,
then- can the flowers lay in sweet decay.
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October 9, 2017
Poetry/Sonnet/Flowers For Mother
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9482-13-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Submitted to the contest, Best Sonnet Oct 1- Dec 31, 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Seventh Place
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Written for the contest, Roses and Coronations
sponsor, Julie Rodeheaver
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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