My mother owns a beautiful <br />garden of flowers <br />Where I linger watching them <br />bloom for hours, <br />My radio on, Katherine <br />Jenkins singing, 'The Flower <br />Duet' <br />I could explain this like a <br />picture but I am no poet, <br />Alas let me try; butterflies <br />showing off their colourful <br />wings, <br />The garden also has an oak <br />tree with hanging swings- <br />Roses, daisies, jasmines, <br />violets, hazels, the divine <br />camillias- <br />Flowers so beautiful, their <br />reflections more lovelier, <br />As the Sun appears to bud from some petal, <br />I breathe my first, my heart <br />falls off its mantle <br />And in the core it once lay yours takes its place- <br />The light of the smile that <br />radiates from my face... <br />Many wish to see angels, sirens at sea, <br />But I have seen you, thats all I need to see. <br /> <br />Isunge Mwangase © March 17,2011<br /><br />Isunge Mwangase<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-s-garden/
