Wednesday, August 21, 2013

For You

"In search of my mother's garden, I found my own."
Alice Walker

I picked it from your garden
For you, Mama!
It's twirly as a ballerina skirt;
It's pink—my bestest color.
I sniffed it with my nose;
It smelled beeuww-ti-ful
Like you, Mama. 

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