Poetic Thursday: Mama’s Flowers

Once again, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats. Here’s the photo they provided us last week for inspiration:

And this is my poem:

Mama’s Flowers

Flowers in bloom make my mind slip away
to Mama’s yard on a summer day.

Roses, iris, petunias, too.
Mom’s thumb was ‘green’, so everything grew.

Two plants that weren’t needed to make her yard complete:
marigolds were too stinky, and gardenias too sweet.

Few houseplants for her that I can recall,
but her yard was in bloom til late in the fall.

Since Mama was raised a country girl,
there were no flower shops in her world.

But she would love this picture with the beauty it shows.
And her favorite flower? Always…the rose.

Click here to visit Pam today to read other “flower shop” poems.

~These Days Of Mine~

6 responses to “Poetic Thursday: Mama’s Flowers

  1. YAY! Great job on the poem today – incorporating memories of gardens long ago is wonderful. My Mom never got into gardening – I think part of that was because we moved every two years with Dad being in the service but one thing she excelled at was growing tomatoes. Not sure where I got my love of plants/flowers from but I have always enjoyed them. Thanks for joining our poetic fun on Thursdays!


  2. YES!!! And your Mom’s yard was full blooms. I especially remember her row of iris down the side of the fence. I still find myself glancing at that fence when the iris are in bloom to see if they are any survivors today. I’m a flower lover too and enjoyed your poetic salute.

  3. I love your sweet poem because it reminds me of my Mom too. She always had a yard full of beautiful blooms and healthy indoor plants too. Unfortunately, her green thumb was not inherited by me.

  4. The first two lines let us know where we’re headed .. and then we’re there .. Such great imagery.. I can see all the flowers right in front of me !

  5. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    Another good poem. I love how it includes your Mother and her love for flowers. ❤

  6. Those must be great memories of Mom. My mom could kill an artificial plant, but I cherish the memory of the plastic leaves falling off.

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