An Echo of Her Glories

A pale, lovely, opening trumpet
a morning glory, in the pot
living with the tomatoes, the marigolds
the living garden by the end of the parking lot
An echo of her glories, the same color, the same beauty
growing in a row behind her house,
yearning, reaching for the kitchen window,
growing up the stands of twine,
above her gardens
Sharing the story of her glories
with the girls this morning
connecting them
with my memories of her

August 4, 2008

An Echo of Her Glories

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/echo-of-her-glories.html

morning glories by the church

Suncook United Methodist Church

and those of my paternal grandmother,

Jessie Watson Foss, forty years ago

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