Poetry passed down

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.



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