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.)


  1. Such a beautiful photo and poem.

  2. 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!

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

  4. Beautiful words to go with a beautiful photo. xo

  5. My husband loves irises. Lovely photo.


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