This Poem was recited to my mother by her mother given to her by someone?
I now reclaim its beauty!…and a title…A Blossom Sweet.
As I was walking through the woods on a summer’s day,
at my feet…a blossom sweet…bowed across my way.
As I stooped to pluck it, it had seemed to say,
“Would you break me from my stalk, just to fade away?”
So I rose it gently; root, stalk, and all.
Took it home and planted it by my garden wall.
Every day I watered it. Every day it grew.
Still it’s there…bright and fair and blooms the summer through.