Oh, to capture the magic
Of that first moment,
Or the rapture of
Our first embrace.

Do you remember
Our first hello,
Or how we met,
So long ago,
Of what I said to you
And you to me,
Of how things were
Supposed to be.
Do you remember?

The beauties were dug from a package of Perennial seeds, after they bloomed
by digging out the root, dredging in hormone powder and potted.
Now I will transfer to a spot in the garden.

A golden glow.
A low refrain.
A moonless night,
with no rain.
Away we go
to see the Sunrise,
one day more.
Red this morning.
Not a good sign,
for a storm is coming.
A weather change,
of good or bad,
said with disdain.
These words, senseless,
without reason,
when thinking about
the Winter season.

There is nothing like this, I know
When you watch a grandchild grow.
The memories of raising one's own child
Was a great experience and so
Watching your grandchild become
Who you love like a nursery rhyme,
As you see them grow, over time.