Mom's Fresh Cut Flowers
The sweet smell of spring’s sent,
The light fragrance or the blooming flowers,
Bring my memories flowing,
Pouring as fast and as steadily as a stream.
Thoughts of my mother picking flowers,
Choosing carefully and catering closely,
To the blossoms that would sit on our table.
Each one cut perfectly at a slant
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2012
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