—: Meditation :— I have watched a yellow butterfly Flitting among the glories of the poppies In my grandmother's garden— I have breathed the fragrance of elderbloom— I have loved him who is a stranger— I have seen death— I am tired.
Nina Catherine Howe (p. 1926, etc.) studied at the University of Kansas, where she was a member of the Feoh Rune, and received honors in Romance languages.(Annual Catalogue of the University of Kansas, 1924-25) This is her only known published poem.
My Mother's Mother's Garden by Dick Whyte the plant by my front door blooms purple every spring grown from a cutting from my mother's garden who grew it from a cutting from her mother's garden long ago i forgot its name but never its provenance
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Absolutely love your poem - my mother's mother was my best friend, and in the house where I grew up, we had many flowers from cuttings of hers.