Friday, July 26, 2013

Memories of Now

He brings me roses 
from our garden and 
my mind sees my father
bringing Mother roses
from their garden and
she would say,
"These are lovely." 
Like a recording
of voice between  my mother
and me, I say
"These are lovely." 
Of all the moments shared
in the marriage of my parents,
I wanted this giving moment 
of roses to be mine, also. Now,
flowering into time, an
act as sweet as
I saw 50 years ago.

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