Poem: Mother

by Liam

A bowl of flowers, on the tables wood.

In a pool of sun, the fragrance stood .

Like a watercolour painting which timelessly spins.

Radiant , streaming sweet scent and the stems.

Stamen, petals, blossoms, leaf together tight

The bouquet of color so radiant bright

Held in a crystal, a bowl she did say

A mothers gift, from my mother today.

This care which the colors convey?

Sweet memories fill me with joy each day,

Of daffodils, chrysanthemums, and lilacs too,

Of lilies, red roses, and of you.

Though days have passed, these flowers still bloom,

Their sweet scents beauty dispelling gloom.

Reminders of moments shared when you were near,

Now cherished memories, forever held dear.

And yet, beauty still radiates from within,

Caught in a vase, these flowers remind me of when

Your charm and joy lit up my world,

In every bloom, mothers love unfurled.

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