What She Loved…

by ladyliterati

~ 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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