May 7 , 2009

REMEMBRANCE She said, "I will give you roses, white, yellow, red. They will still be blooming when I am dead." She died, and we buried her in the early days of spring, and it fell to me to put away her things. I wept, and went out into the morning to find strength to face that hour and there, through watery windows I saw the yellow flower. Linda Swift Reeder Paducah, KY www.lindaswift.net   MOTHER’S FLOWER GARDEN Each year Mom saved her flower seeds, And stored them away till the month of May. Wrapped them tightly in brown paper bags, Just waiting till time for planting day. Dahlias stored in the dark cellar floor, With large tubers ready to plant. They were dark red, and sturdy, A garden delight, a picture to paint. Our old home place now is torn down, But Mom’s flowers still grow each year, Little sprouts of her yucca plants, Still faithful to bloom as before. I’m sure Mom still has a flower garden, Over in Heaven’s peaceful, beautiful shore, Where the flowers are forever blooming, Where we all will live forever more. Nancy Mineer South Shore, KY   Dedication I’ve tried so many, many times To write a poem to you But all the phrases that I write Just never seem to do One little poem just couldn’t hold The love that’s in my heart And all the gratitude I feel With each new day that starts How could I ever have pay you back For all that you have done What could I ever have done to make Your life a brighter one What could I ever have done to show That you, just you, no other Were the greatest blessing ever received My wonderful, wonderful Mother. Janet Nesler Sciotoville