Just as moss reminds me
of my Mother
Morning Glory
reminds me
of my
Grandmother...
This giant white Morning Glory
incredibly when open...
is the circumference of my hand!
Flowers to me are like smells
each one reminds me
of a moment in time
caught between the pages
of my heart
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Nice to have you dropping in.
I'll add you to my "Bloglines".
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