Gardening and my mother are on my mind today. So once again I would like to share this poem.
There is a song my mother sang
about the flower of her town
apparently it sprung up all around,
All you had to do was look at it
and it would make you smile.
The claim is no one who lived there
ever carried a frown.
Old wives told her that the reason
why hummingbirds loved to hover over
was because as legend had it
the flower was a long lost lover.
The magical bird and the beautiful red flower
had been human at some point in time
but the wrath of one mythical god
changed them forever
for no reason and no rhyme.
The bird destined to find its beloved
hovers over every red flower it sees
hoping one day it may recover
the love it lost and could never get over.
My mother the romantic believed that a love so true
had to end in happiness like in…
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