They Bloomed

They bloomed...
And yet I never saw them.
Nor did I in my hand,
Place a single stem.

They bloomed...
A delicate, lowly thing.
That came up near the water,
The run-off from the spring.

They bloomed...
Wild roses...dark in pink.
That sent their perfume drifting,
All around the brink.

They bloomed...
Near honeysuckle...fresh and new.
Where petals fell so softly,
And rootlets placed themselves and grew.

Flowers bloomed...
All around the garden plot.
Beautiful hues and shades,
Mixing in with...For-Get-Me-Nots.

They bloomed.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Suzette Miller Baird and her sister Jayne Leigh Miller - Ethel's great grand daughters.