Snowdrops
Snowdrops in my mother’s small clay jar
Taking in snowdrops from my garden
Reminds me of my mother
She was gentle and modest
Always thinking of us and of people
Who might need a letter or a call
At her funeral stories were told of her kindness
Snowdrops from my garden
Categories: Character, Family history
From one Heart to Another 
Beautiful and so awesome words written on a mother and simply marvellous drops of pearls as buds. 👍👍👍👍👍
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Thank you so much. I didn’t know if I would dare to tag it as a poem as English is not my first language but maybe I should give it a try #poetry
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Yes why not cause u wrote so well.
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What a lovely heritage.
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Yes Paula she was so lovely and often ignored but I think she knew how much we loved her. Every time I drove over to visit she gave me money for transport to her last breath
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I love snowdrops but as fast As we plant the bulbs, the cats dig them up! Yours are beautiful and so is your poem. 😊
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What a pity that you be cats are naughty without cats 🐱 they last so long and thank you for your words on my”poem”
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A beautiful tribute. My mum died when it was snowdrop season.
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so beautiful-what a sweet memory
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