A FLOWERED BLOUSE



        Pushing a cart, through the grocery store

        A flowered blouse, opens memories door

        An elderly lady, aided by her mate

        Through grocers aisle circulates

        A profusion of flowers she wears

        Blossoms crowned, by her white hair

        As her mate plods along by her side

        Memories surface of my bride

        As I look erupting; from my soul

        Loving memories; I can not let go

        Select what is right, for every meal

        Such a mundane thought; I feel

        Talk of children and their goals

        Return of memories from dark shoals

        Even more than our rapturous bliss

        Her gentle companionship I miss

        Memories of a flowered blouse

        As I return to an empty house



Submitted and used by permission
by George Wm. Weber
Thanks George for sharing your beautiful work
with Pleasures of the Heart Web Site!!


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