For Len's All About Family Contest
Like a garden is my family - mostly sisters, for I and they grew up without our father. The oldest, I’m September’s aster, gathering words like rain as in wind’s rhythm I sway. After me is Jen, a gracious geranium, abloom with generosity. Third in line is charming Mel, a marigold smiling in the sun. Fourth is Dori, a hardy diligent daylily enduring many a storm. Last is Thea. A delicate Mimosa, she gives and requires tenderness. At garden’s center is our mother, our ever-loving spiritual rose. Surrounding us all are beautiful friends, our sister flowers.
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