orange and yellowmarigolds were prized displaysin my nan's gardenshe watered them tenderlyall summer they grewnext to grandad's woodwork shedwhere fresh sawdust blewto sprinkle her pretty bloomsas he created his artflowers and sawdustheady scents merge togetherboth cause me to sneezeeye watering memorieswhere past times and hobbies join💞Suzanne Thank you for visiting and reading my contribution. This … Continue reading Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, No.29, Memories, 09/09/25→
