Flowers we Pick


If we could pick a flower for
every tear you wiped,
every mess you cleaned,…
every bruise you mended,
every hug you gave and
every meal you prepared

Even when you had only
tears to shed,
consumed by anxiety,
ravaged by stress and
even less time to give
You ensured we thrive!

May your life be
showers of blessings,
for the hours spent
in sweat, tears and strife
You raised us.

By the powers of love,
may your life, Mum,
be as beautiful as
The Flowers we Pick

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Single parent...flowers I received for Father's Day