Grandma's Vase

Grandma’s Vase I remember the old yellow vase that grandma kept on the kitchen table she filled it each day with flowers she cut from the beds in the backyard garden in spring it held purple hyacinths Filling the house with their sweet perfume She called them nature’s air freshener Their sweet scent would linger for days Summer brought the exquisite roses with delicate petals of velvet red the queens of the garden grandma called them reigning over their garden realm Autumn supplied cheerful marigolds in brilliant shades of yellows and orange The clowns of the garden she would announce Bringing cheer to the drabness of fall The holly berry and evergreen her favorites to fill the old vase were reminders to her Christmas was near The most wonderful time of the year I have grandma's old yellow vase now And I fill each day with fresh flowers It sits in the center of my kitchen table A sweet reminder of my grandma