pure gems of color
from my grandmother’s garden
memories of heart
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On these first days of Spring,
and every Spring when my freesias bloom,
I see myself in my grandmother’s garden and breathe in the scent
of these flowers that she dearly loved.
These bright gems now bloom in my own garden
from the very bulbs that she gifted me with all those years ago.
Wishing you beauty, love, courage
and heart memories wherever your flowers bloom.
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