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Floral Week Celebration

Hot House Flowers

A lasting legacy

Photo by Walter Luczai

My parents grew things very well Bushes, shrubs, and trees Succulents and creeping vines Flowers for the bees And in and out their greenhouse Bustling as any hive Their daughters ran and frolicked From one to number five The flower shop and nursery That filled four acres there Are only in the memories That we who loved them share Like damp earth smell in springtime First up, the daffodil That heady fragrance lingers And floods my senses still My parents, too, have vanished The little girls, now old Had other occupations The land we loved was sold Each lives in different places But bustling once more Five gardens full of flowers All blooming as before

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Poetry
Floral Week
Family
Flowers
Gardening
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