Mama always loved flowers, birds, rocks, and trees..
Flowers thrived with her touch.
Birds seemed to show off just for her.
She knew the secret names of rocks.
And trees always stood straighter when she was around.
How sad--we wait to put them together,
To create a special place in the yard to go
To remember...Mama, her flowers, birds, rocks, and trees.
First the pond, built with her treasured rocks,
Saving the best ones for the waterfall.
Some, we found ourselves, and others just showed up.
They all found a spot to live in or around the pond.
Rocks and water belong together
They are each good, but better together.
Rocks make the water sing and
Water brings out the rock's secret beauty.
Mama would save all summer
To buy a few bulbs to plant in the fall.
Now, money is no object:
The flowers compete in abundance and
grandeur.
All shapes and colors, delicate and hardy,
The riot of color is deafening.
We fill every inch of the garden
With the desire to please
Mama,with the flowers, birds, rocks, and trees.
Of course, the birds come flitting
Dancing from rock to rock.
Hummingbirds kiss the phlox,
Robins splash in the birdbath,
Wrens scold the neighborhood for fun,
and compete with the serenade of Warblers.
A crosstree from an old clothesline serves as an Avian housing tract.
We watch to see who will take up residence.
We watch them feather their nests and guard and bicker
"Like children," Mama would say.
The trees stand by, waving to the garden pond,
Tossing their leaves in their excitement.
Elm, Maple, and Mountain Ash, they ring the garden,
Overlooking but not overstepping.
We watch, we wonder, but mostly we
remember
Mama and her flowers, birds, rocks, and trees.

Dear Susanb,
Thank you for sharing the wonderful things about your Mama. She was lucky to have a daughter like you to love her so.
Your poem was beautiful!

Peace and Hope,

Thank you Lisa, My mother deserves all the love and honor we can give her. I have 5 brothers and two sisters and the poem is about the memorial garden we built for her. Unhappily, we waited too long for her to enjoy it as I know she would have. Her alz moved too fast. When the weather is good, we take her out to sit in the garden but I don't think it registers. But, then again maybe she sees it in her spirit world. I hope so.

Susan

Absolutely..a beautiful..tribute..to you mom..thank you for sharing it here..Take care of you..and those you Love..and when you sit...in the garden..may you..feel..Loved..and feel the warmth of the sunshine..and smile..to your mom.from your heart..to hers..I so Love Hummingbirds..and enjoy watching a Robin bathe..the simple things..are the most precious..in this thing called Life..and nature has much to teach us..and your mom..knew this. gift...and passed it to her children..beautiful..
Love Rosie

A beautiful poem . We may not know it but your mom may know deep in her heart that you did this for her .