Mother’s Garden

The water drops cling to the petals of the roses in my mother’s garden. Their delicate bouquet dances delightfully through the air I breathe.  Walking amidst these flowers  my mother’s love washes over me  in the early morning sunlight. I still feel her presence though she is long gone.

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Mother’s Garden

  1. Love this. Simplicity at her best, Absolute perfection.

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  2. I love this. Stunning images.

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  3. What a beautiful moment, remembering your mother and feeling her love. Lovely. I look forward to reading more of your slices this month.

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