Outside
her kitchen window
Grandma grew flowers
in special window boxes--
bright red geraniums
that smelled like spicy pepper.
When I see those flowers
I think of Grandma
and the spaghetti she made
every Friday night.
Do flowers make you think of anyone? My favorite flowers are daisies. Every time I see daisies I think of happy times. Can you write a poem today about your favorite flower?
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Monday, March 3, 2014
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