Mother’s Day
Gratitude and Love resting peacefully in our hearts
Today we remember mothers with gratitude and love; those still with us and those resting peacefully in our hearts.
On the gentle paths and quiet corners of the gardens, their presence and memories continue to shape the beauty around us.
Happy Mother’s Day.
When Garden Flowers Bloom
I ALWAYS think of mother
When garden flowers bloom
And smile at one another,
And shed their sweet perfume.
It seems her hand has touched them,
No matter where they grow,
It seems her eyes have watched them,
As in the long ago.
It seems her lips have kissed them,
And on their beauty smiled,
It seems she has caressed them,
The flowers undefiled.
The balsam and verbenia
In colors bright and gay,
The hollyhock and zinnia,
All in their glad array;
Seem gathered there together,
Her praise aloud to sing
Until they droop and wither—
Their lives an offering—
The lily of the valley,
The gladioli, too,
The faintly scented dahlia,
The larkspur pink and blue,
Seem silently assembled
In rows precise and quaint
To marvel at her goodness;
Sweet mother, gentle saint.
And so I think of mother,
When garden flowers grow
And smile at one another,
Because she loved them so.
