Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Rose Meadow

 

I remember my mother's rose garden  ...  more a meadow
it was full of flowers but her favorites were the roses
           we both loved the pink best but we loved the others too
the yellow, the red, the white and even purple well any color really
on summer days I helped mother tend to the roses ...  for it was a big job
      oh, this is a beautiful memory that I keep to visit again and again

Yes, I go to this memory often ...  how can I not for it is precious
these were my happiest days, just me, mother and the roses
           I can still smell the sweet fragrance of the rose meadow drifting
sometime mother set up a table in the meadow for tea time
The tea is ready princess she calls ... and that is exactly who I was
        a princess in my rose meadow, yes, I go back and always will


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April 18, 2023


Poetry/Free Verse/Rose Meadow
Copyright Protected, ID 14-1541-268-18
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France 

Written for the Standard contest, Rose Meadow
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 05/18/2023

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Joseph May April 19, 2023 at 7:35 AM Beautiful memories of a garden where hsppines grew, Wonderful write Constance Constance La France April 19, 2023 at 1:33 PM Joseph, thank you so much for the compliment and comment !

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2023 at 12:54 PM Pretty as the picture, Constance. I adore roses because they are not hard to care for and they always come back! Constance La France April 18, 2023 at 1:25 PM Andrea, thank you so much for the comment and compliment !