Image: Anna O Photography
She grew hydrangeas,
Exquisite miniatures
Showers of purple and pink
bathing my soul.
I love to watch
Her hands tend the soil
with love and care
Each plant nurtured
as if precious beyond words.
Her love for me
Is, as if I too were precious.
I bask in her loving touch.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/14/photo-challenge-117/
Morpethroad 
Lovely, Michael 🙂
Thank you, those hydrangeas so move me…
I love hydrangeas; my Nana grew them.
So did mine..
oh woooow. This is just… lovely and heartwarming! ❤
Thank you so much Rose
you’re welcome! 🙂
Beautifully said! Love does indeed need proper cultivation to grow. 🙂
Thanks Cara that’s a lovely comment.
You know exactly what I’d say so . . .
I think so…tissues??
“Yep, Kleenex,” she responded, still with a slight sniffle.
I thought so…lol
This poem is blossoming with love! Just beautiful and heartfelt.
Thank you Jade.
It is truly beautiful, Michael. 🙂
Thank you Maria, have a lovely day.
Beyond beautiful…and moving…
Thank you so much. Have a lovely day
You’re welcome–and you as well 🙂