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.
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.
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