logging in or signing up MOTHER'S FLOWERS poetrybylinda Download Post to : URL : Related Presentations : Share Add to Flag Embed Email Send to Blogs and Networks Add to Channel Uploaded from authorPOINT lite Insert YouTube videos in PowerPont slides with aS Desktop Copy embed code: (To copy code, click on the text box) Embed: URL: Thumbnail: WordPress Embed Customize Embed The presentation is successfully added In Your Favorites. Views: 53 Category: Spiritual/ Ins.. License: All Rights Reserved Like it (0) Dislike it (0) Added: January 20, 2010 This Presentation is Public Favorites: 0 Presentation Description A story about my mother and how she so loved the beauty of flowers and fields. As she got older she so wanted flowers from her loved one, but did not receive any, that made her sad. Comments Posting comment... Premium member Presentation Transcript Mother's Flowers : Mother's Flowers By: Linda J. Hutchinson My mother always planted huge flower gardens, she put them in pots and boxes too, she fed them love. : My mother always planted huge flower gardens, she put them in pots and boxes too, she fed them love. She bought seeds and plants, got cuttings too, she gave the flowers to everyone, all were blessed from above. : She bought seeds and plants, got cuttings too, she gave the flowers to everyone, all were blessed from above. She was born in the country, she sowed her seeds as a child and continued to do so as a farmer’s wife. : She was born in the country, she sowed her seeds as a child and continued to do so as a farmer’s wife. Later they moved to town and bought a home, its land was very small, but soon it was covered, with flower life. : Later they moved to town and bought a home, its land was very small, but soon it was covered, with flower life. Their names did not matter, together they made beautiful colors, many were like ivy and had to roam. : Their names did not matter, together they made beautiful colors, many were like ivy and had to roam. Flowers to her were like food and air. Their beauty and fragrance drifted from her yard, into her home. : Flowers to her were like food and air. Their beauty and fragrance drifted from her yard, into her home. In later years she had to live with family to get by, her beloved mate of almost fifty eight years had died. : In later years she had to live with family to get by, her beloved mate of almost fifty eight years had died. She was sad and lonely, she had no flowers to tend, she sat quietly bothering no one, and sometimes she cried. : She was sad and lonely, she had no flowers to tend, she sat quietly bothering no one, and sometimes she cried. As she moved from house to house she could not feel at home, always wondering where next, she may stay. : As she moved from house to house she could not feel at home, always wondering where next, she may stay. She was sad on special days if she did not receive calls, cards or flowers, she would cry, but try to have a happy day. : She was sad on special days if she did not receive calls, cards or flowers, she would cry, but try to have a happy day. At her funeral, her coffin and the ground were covered by many bouquets and sprays of red roses, as people did arrive. : At her funeral, her coffin and the ground were covered by many bouquets and sprays of red roses, as people did arrive. The ground looked like a blanket of dark red blood. I cried because she would have loved just getting ONE FLOWERwhen she was alive. : The ground looked like a blanket of dark red blood. I cried because she would have loved just getting ONE FLOWERwhen she was alive. In loving memory of my mother,Sinie Davis-Monroe : In loving memory of my mother,Sinie Davis-Monroe By:Linda J. Hutchinson You do not have the permission to view this presentation. In order to view it, please contact the author of the presentation.
MOTHER'S FLOWERS poetrybylinda Download Post to : URL : Related Presentations : Share Add to Flag Embed Email Send to Blogs and Networks Add to Channel Uploaded from authorPOINT lite Insert YouTube videos in PowerPont slides with aS Desktop Copy embed code: (To copy code, click on the text box) Embed: URL: Thumbnail: WordPress Embed Customize Embed The presentation is successfully added In Your Favorites. Views: 53 Category: Spiritual/ Ins.. License: All Rights Reserved Like it (0) Dislike it (0) Added: January 20, 2010 This Presentation is Public Favorites: 0 Presentation Description A story about my mother and how she so loved the beauty of flowers and fields. As she got older she so wanted flowers from her loved one, but did not receive any, that made her sad. Comments Posting comment... Premium member Presentation Transcript Mother's Flowers : Mother's Flowers By: Linda J. Hutchinson My mother always planted huge flower gardens, she put them in pots and boxes too, she fed them love. : My mother always planted huge flower gardens, she put them in pots and boxes too, she fed them love. She bought seeds and plants, got cuttings too, she gave the flowers to everyone, all were blessed from above. : She bought seeds and plants, got cuttings too, she gave the flowers to everyone, all were blessed from above. She was born in the country, she sowed her seeds as a child and continued to do so as a farmer’s wife. : She was born in the country, she sowed her seeds as a child and continued to do so as a farmer’s wife. Later they moved to town and bought a home, its land was very small, but soon it was covered, with flower life. : Later they moved to town and bought a home, its land was very small, but soon it was covered, with flower life. Their names did not matter, together they made beautiful colors, many were like ivy and had to roam. : Their names did not matter, together they made beautiful colors, many were like ivy and had to roam. Flowers to her were like food and air. Their beauty and fragrance drifted from her yard, into her home. : Flowers to her were like food and air. Their beauty and fragrance drifted from her yard, into her home. In later years she had to live with family to get by, her beloved mate of almost fifty eight years had died. : In later years she had to live with family to get by, her beloved mate of almost fifty eight years had died. She was sad and lonely, she had no flowers to tend, she sat quietly bothering no one, and sometimes she cried. : She was sad and lonely, she had no flowers to tend, she sat quietly bothering no one, and sometimes she cried. As she moved from house to house she could not feel at home, always wondering where next, she may stay. : As she moved from house to house she could not feel at home, always wondering where next, she may stay. She was sad on special days if she did not receive calls, cards or flowers, she would cry, but try to have a happy day. : She was sad on special days if she did not receive calls, cards or flowers, she would cry, but try to have a happy day. At her funeral, her coffin and the ground were covered by many bouquets and sprays of red roses, as people did arrive. : At her funeral, her coffin and the ground were covered by many bouquets and sprays of red roses, as people did arrive. The ground looked like a blanket of dark red blood. I cried because she would have loved just getting ONE FLOWERwhen she was alive. : The ground looked like a blanket of dark red blood. I cried because she would have loved just getting ONE FLOWERwhen she was alive. In loving memory of my mother,Sinie Davis-Monroe : In loving memory of my mother,Sinie Davis-Monroe By:Linda J. Hutchinson