Precious memories comes to mind, when I see a flower blooming in all it's glory. My grandpa's, mom, sister's and daughter's love for flowers.
The oldest as a toddler first thing to catch her eye was roses growing in mom's yard, she always picked
a flower giving it to me, some I still have preserved
in life and photo's.
The youngest daughter, always loved to plant flowers, spent hours in the garden making sure the flowers were takig care of.
There are four of us girls, all having a special
flower that we love, can remember them all, that each of us chose, mine a rose.
Some of these memories brings tears to my eye's, cause some of it has passed on, never to
recapture again, but then the memories in my heart
always brings a smile to my face.
I have all of your flowers in the garden stored in my
heart and it truely is a garden of love.
~Thanks For The Memories~
(Dedicated To My Family)
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