It wasn't the best of days, 
until the doorbell rang.
There on the porch's stoop,
stood the florist's driver.
In his hand, was a vase of
roses, the prettiest ones I ever seen.

Eyes wide with astonishment,
a smile on my face,
I accepted the flowers with joy,
not knowing who they were from.
Going inside, smelling the roses,
fragrance sweet, leaves so green.

Opening the small envelope,
reading "To Mom, with love"
embracing the card, remembering,
the boy who was now grown
Tears began flowing down my face,
memories so many, of times past

My heart was full of love so tender,
my precious child who still remembered.
The vase of roses took center stage,
yet my thoughts were with that boy of mine.
whose thoughtfulness meant so much,
realizing how time passes so fast.

"And the Lord make you to increase and abound in love toward one another...."
I Thessalonians 3:12

Written by Joan c. Nelson-Payne @ 5/4/11
Wjpay39@aol.com






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