The Vase

Dedicated to My Grandmother!

by

Shirley A. Young

 

 

Have you ever looked at an empty vase,

And wondered what had filled it's space?

I saw one once by Grandmother's door;

Roses, Lily's, Sweet William's, and more.

Spring was filled with daffodils,

White, and yellow hope instilled.

Summer's lavender lilacs bright,

Exploding aroma fills the night.

Fall would come with orange and brown;

Yellow and red from maples found.

Christmas, now with mistletoe;

Red, some green and silver bows.

The vase now filled with memories!

Some say it's empty;

But, now? Not me!!!

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1999