Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
In this humble garden, grace lives here in the sweet scented roses
with them swaying in the breeze, as trees shed their gentle clothes
And here resides an ancient herb, marjoram many years old
its taste is everlasting, spicy and earthy but seldom bold
This lemon tree was once adorned with lights one Christmas
as we rebelled against tradition, and wished it Merry wishes
The lavender stalks reach for blue sky, caring not if they encroach
upon another shyer plant who shrinks with its approach
In this garden grace lives here, and so does my heart
for I see my mother waving in every tender stalk.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Daily Word Prompt:https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/12/your-daily-word-prompt-tradition-December-12-2018/
a garden where grace lives, I just had to stop and be present. your best work shines here Linda.
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Thank you Gina!
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A lovely poem for a beautiful garden. A tribute to your mom.
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Thank you Sadje.
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Pleasure dear
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What a wonderful tribute to something as simple as a garden that reflects your Mother!
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Thank you Dwight. It’s taken us years to get it here. And mom loved working out here when she was able. She taught me all I know about growing things. ❤️
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How nice!
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Beautiful garden. Lovely tribute to your mother.
Wishing you and yours a blessed season.
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Thank you kindly. To you as well, my friend.
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Gracias
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De nada!
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love it!
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Thank you so much!
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