This morning I sat out on my patio in the bliss of our summer sunshine.Something drew my attention to a pot where some beautiful Lobelia were growing .
However in their midst there was a small white flower peeping through. What on earth could it be ??
My mini Rock Rose ????
Our Rock Rose.
I have published many posts also in her memory.
I feel so close to her as I sit beside our mini garden in memory of Erin and also my sister Val.
Oh how I love them both; hence this poem in Rictameter style.
I sat looking
At a mini Rock Rose
It's growth and rare beauty not known
It's tenderness protected by sunshine
From a sweet whisper "I am here."
Heart shaped cloud in the sky
For a moment longer
A heart shaped cloud.
Very delicate but a strength so tender and beautiful.