An Echo of Her Glories – v2

A pale, lovely, opening trumpet

a morning glory, in the pot, growing,

living with the tomatoes, the marigolds

the living garden by the end of the parking lot

not noticed by too many, by her loving hand

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 strands of twine,

above her gardens

Sharing the story of her glories

with the girls this morning;

connecting them

with my memories of her

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edited November 5, 2014

An Echo of Her Glories – v2

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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