Le Jardin De Ma Mere, Son Endroit Heureux

Le Jardin De Ma Mere. A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey, my mother got outside today! Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies smiled happy and bright. I'll pick some for her, but never all. Ma mere dit, "They are so "fragrant, pretty, tall" "Would you fill the vase in the hall?" "Oui" "Merci" Her home, a place she could once roam alone, is now surrounded by a daisy wreath, her garden beauty and peace. "A Whip-poor-will, bumble bugs, my garden feels like nature hugs" A smile gently lights her face, "You know this is my happy place" "Oui, ma mere" Mais, mother tires easily. She is sick, you'd never know. She doesn't let her pain show. The captain of her chair, a blue pillow always resting there, hiding a tiny tear. "Forget me not" she whispers. "Mother, your other favorite bloom, I can assume?" I wheel her to her room. She smiles at her grand bouquet. It brought happiness inside today. "Merci, ma fille" Ma mere me dit, "They are so "fragrant, pretty, tall, in my garden I have it all" "Merci mon amour. "You're welcome Mother, J'adore"