Flowers in my mum’s garden
Bring to mind
A former time
When my grandfather grew roses.
I remember the scent
Of roses in his garden.
And my attempt
To make perfume.
In youth
Few engage with age.
And the truth
That roses,
Are gone so soon.
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K Morris - Poet 
Beautifully solemn. ❤️
Thank you, Lucy. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
Ah, memories! I remember trying to make perfume out of rose petals, too.
Thanks for commenting, Vivienne. I remember some kind of liquid being mixed with the rose petals. But, sadly it didn’t work. I was interested to read that you also had a similar experience. Kind regards, Kevin
A lovely poem, Kevin.
Thank you Robbie. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
Lovely poem
Thank you. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin