~ What She Loved
Was the purity in the lily
Graceful petals
Reaching heaven bound
As porcelain arms in praise
And the twisting winding roses
Traveling the trellis
Scaling the distance
Between roo
t and also heaven bound
Permeating her world,
Her waters seeping sensual oils
Then the wildness of the tiger lily
Growing wild and free
Surviving without tending
The tender touch
of the gardeners hands
Not required,
still exotic the pulsating petals
And the bleeding hearts
Delicate, dainty
drops of colors fused
And the reality represented in the name;
All hearts bleed,
broken by love lacking
Neglected,
fragile petals drop as tears falling
What she loved was beauty
Beauty, in all forms, fashions
And on bended knee
She, the gardener
Singing her songs of praise
In her own garden of delights
.O’Prunty ©6/28/15***Mother loved symbolism.
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