vase of bluebells


 That vase,
Beaming at me from the mantelpiece,
Belonged to my mother.

Once I filled it so full of flowers,
Water leaked all over the table,
But the flowers looked beautiful,
Reflected in the sunlight. 

                   © 2020 Gwen Grant

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