A birthday wish for my mom

rose below the graft

May the chill of winter be nowhere you are found

and the bright spring days be cheering you always

and the warm summer rays be holding your heart

and flowers be everywhere you are found

… and now you know why I was never a poet!

Miss you mom!

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An amateur gardener who loves to watch the garden grow.

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