Mum loves the scent of carnations
She has always loved these flowers
A pot sits upon the outside table
Pretty pink carnations; abloom
Regularly i take them inside
Let the scent pervade her room
Stock flowers also brought her joy
Couldn't find any plants to bring her
But I did find a beautiful Jasmine too
My brother planted it in the garden
In honour of our dear mum
The scent will be around for ages
In summer; it's scent reaches her room
Memories of these scents return here
In my mind they will ever be
Even when mum is only a memory...
4 December 2016
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