Oh mother, how did we get here?
Weren't we just in the garden laughing?
Our tiny feet shocked by your playful garden hose.
You laughed, we laughed and tulips smiled.
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This is a beautiful poem Edmund! I will comment more later. I can imagine the scene in my mind... Your beautiful Italian mother with her children in the garden on a warm summer day... Hose and all... You've conveyed so much with your words...
I had to come back and read this again in honor of mother's day. Love this poem Edmund.