Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Mom, whenever I see roses,
My thoughts turn to you.

Every Mother’s Day, a dozen long stemmed roses would be delivered to my Mom signed, ‘we love you, the whole gang’.

Actually, I am the whole gang, and I send the roses. Sometimes red, sometimes yellow, maybe pink or white. Whatever looked beautiful at the time. Why ‘the whole gang’ and not just my name?

I would feel badly if any of the grandkids or my brother would forget Mother’s Day and by saying ‘the whole gang’ assured me she would think the whole family was involved. But she knew, I knew and all the kids new, and I felt good doing it every year.

A special florist, a special order to a special Mother from ‘The Whole Gang’. I don’t do it anymore. She is no longer with us. It has been many year’s ’the whole gang’ doesn’t send those beautiful long stem roses, red, pink, yellow or white. But whenever I see roses, my thoughts turn to Mom and I can still see the smile they would bring to her lovely face. Mom kept those roses till they wilted, dried up, and turned brown, not wanting to throw the sweet memory away.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
dorys