Ruffles of perfumed memories
transport me back in time;
white, purple and pink florets,
their fragrance so sublime.
Oh my darling Nana,
your memory remains so sweet;
you taught me about these plantings
when I followed at your feet.
Today I cannot bear to walk
past these flowers of yours;
I just have to stop and smell them
inhaling you as I pause.....
A dverse poets prompt to write a poem alluding to a past memory. I am now a grandmother myself and even after all these decades, the scent of stock immediately evokes lovely memories of the times spent with my grandparents as a child.
Here is the link: Sweet Memories