hibiscus grows beautiful
reds
oranges
yellows
i see them through your eyes
eyes no longer seeing
& the mockingbird sings
no song of his own
as the sun sets
spilling light
over those things
you left
for us to love
© December 2013
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
reneejustturtleflight.com 
A beautiful delightful writing Renee, even if I sense a tinge of sadness in the words.
Regards
Emu
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I am sad at times that my mother is no longer here but to see the things that still are causes me to smile. Thank you!
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he or she lives in them!
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I speak of my mother, now gone nearly six years, but seems only yesterday. She planted them and I marvel at how beautiful they are every time I visit home.
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Lovely.
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