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Beautiful poem. I am so thankful that I can see the flowers of my life by just closing my eyes--my mothers hollyhocks, my grandmothers snapdragons, my trellised climbing roses at the old place, my old mother-in-law's multitude of iris variations, the Indian paintbrushes and columbines on the mountains of Colorado....
posted by
TAPS.
on August 25, 2015 at 5:10 PM
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I love to sit and look at the flowers....
posted by
Annicita
on August 25, 2015 at 4:41 PM
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Sometimes I just ache to see and to hug all my flowers that have crossed that bridge.
posted by
Kabu
on August 25, 2015 at 8:01 AM
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