Moodswithpoetry

Traditional Rambling Rose by Bronwyn Hegarty 2020   She loved this rambling rose it symbolised her kind of order Smuggled in her bag from Wales smiling innocence at the border. No sniffer dogs back then. Now it grows in my garden deep pink double petals open to the sun Spreading a wondrous scent tickling memories of our Mum. She will love it when she sees the photo. No, she won’t remember the wildness how she cultivated a garden from here and there Propagating her own nature reserve of sorts cutting, replanting, sharing the fare. Insisting I fly home with plants in bags of dirt. The colourful chaos grew too big in the end and we helped her move to a manageable space We took what she gave, keeping it light not liking to see the change in her face. Old fashioned rambling rose, shared, love remembered. Bronwyn Hegarty, February 2020