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Le Jardin De Ma Mere, The Garden of My Mother's

Le Jardin De Ma Mere. A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey, my mother got outside today! Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies stood happy, 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 her happiness inside today. "Merci, ma fille" Ma mere me dit, "Fragrant, pretty, tall, in my garden I have it all" "Merci mon amour. "You're welcome Mother, J'adore"

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Date: 7/28/2021 9:01:00 AM
C'est tres beau Marikate! Le jardin de ta mere a l'air si beau. Love the addition of the French phrases. Tres charmant!
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Date: 7/3/2021 4:26:00 AM
Such a beautiful poem, Marikate ~ totally delightful
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Date: 6/29/2021 11:25:00 PM
Magnifique!!! Sorry for your loss; quite a lady...:o)
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Date: 6/27/2021 3:02:00 AM
Your mom's love of gardening shines through just like your love for your mother, Marikate:) nice work:)
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