They were verdant
with unapologetic life
a gabble of petals
tossing in an exuberance
of being, a whirlwind of growing
-of grass stains and skinned knees,
ironed dresses and morning messes
fireflies and mudpies-
Endlessly clamorously vining, trailing, flourishing and burgeoning
Until they went silent,
leaving behind
-empty rooms fragrant
with once mowed grass and overgrown memories.
a tangled treasure of lives and limbs
forever vining and intertwining-
me.
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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline