Wednesday, November 05, 2014

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
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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