Floral Week Celebration

Hot House Flowers

A lasting legacy

Photo by Walter Luczai

My parents grew things very well
Bushes, shrubs, and trees
Succulents and creeping vines
Flowers for the bees
And in and out their greenhouse
Bustling as any hive
Their daughters ran and frolicked
From one to number five
The flower shop and nursery
That filled four acres there
Are only in the memories
That we who loved them share
Like damp earth smell in springtime
First up, the daffodil
That heady fragrance lingers
And floods my senses still
My parents, too, have vanished
The little girls, now old
Had other occupations
The land we loved was sold
Each lives in different places
But bustling once more
Five gardens full of flowers
All blooming as before