A Mini Rock Rose.A Rictameter.

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 ??


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My mini Rock Rose ????

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Our Rock Rose.

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I knew we had not planted it !!What made it even more joyous was the fact it was almost a replica of the Rock Rose which I have dedicated to my daughter Erin's memory.

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 stopped
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
I stopped.



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A heart shaped cloud.

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Very delicate but a strength so tender and  beautiful.