Mothers Garden

Mothers Garden

Yellow, red, black, white, any color

Her mother’s garden

Sun and rain,

I don’t like the rain

Spring and Summer

I like to smell the flowers

When it gets really cold bring them inside

Be gentle when you touch them

Spring time brings new flowers

The breeze feels nice against my skin

My mother’s garden was always shiny,

I would help her with the seeds.

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