Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mothers Are the Gardeners

 Mothers are the gardeners
of wind-blown wild flowers.
They water them with happy tears,
Happy with them many years,
Even as the hours
Ring with sweet, sad melodies
Sighing through their bowers.
 (I have this poem in my book of special, saved poems, but there is no author listed.)





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5 comments:

  1. S. EtoleMay 13, 2012 at 6:02 PM

    Such a beautiful photo and poem.

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  2. joyceMay 14, 2012 at 8:17 PM

    That is a beautiful poem... unfortunately, being the mother of a teen is bringing more tears than laughter lately, but I hope that will change!

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  3. Tammie LeeMay 14, 2012 at 9:48 PM

    such a lovely poem
    and a gorgeous photograph, such beauty!

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  4. JoyceMay 15, 2012 at 7:36 PM

    Beautiful words to go with a beautiful photo. xo

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  5. caryjoMay 20, 2012 at 11:06 PM

    My husband loves irises. Lovely photo.

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