When Roses Bloomed in my Backyard
When Roses Bloomed in my Backyard
It was a good time in my life
when roses bloomed
in my backyard
and their fragrant scents
drifted throughout the yard.
Early every morning,
in nice weather,
I would put on my
garden shoes and gloves
then grab my basket of
garden hand tools.
The dew on the bushes
enhanced the fragrance
of so many roses,
most of them were
miniature roses.
I carried an empty basket
to hold bouquets of
yellow, white, pink,
and salmon color blossoms.
The yellow flowers
were my favorite.
Their fragrant scent
would drift through
the house when I put
the bouquet on the
dining room table.
Small bouquets of roses
throughout the house
lent a cheerful
atmosphere to
perk everyone up.
The day came when we
decided to move from
the house that was too
big for us and the
yard we could no longer
care for.
I will always miss those
summers when roses bloomed,
in my backyard,
but life goes on and I
am happy I grew and cared
for a beautiful garden
for someone else to enjoy.
I am happy to have lovely
memories of the summers
when roses bloomed in
my backyard.
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© 2022 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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Phyllis, this was so lovely and touching. I understand your emotions and feelings for your old house and garden. I, too, miss my house in my home country Pakistan. It was too big and we don’t have similar style of houses in Barcelona, Spain. Memories are beautiful. These lines from your poem are very moving and positive :
“I am happy I grew and cared
for a beautiful garden
for someone else to enjoy.”
Thanks a lot for sharing.
Sending you many blessings and love 🙂
Misbah, thank you so much. Yes, memories are beautiful. Love and blessings to you.
Phyllis I think back upon the days when I lived in areas near Roses or Rose Bushes and I think you are right: these were better times. Thank you for your beautiful poetry. Jamie
Jamie, thank you so much. Take care.
So very lovley Phyllis. Thanks you for taking me on a poetic journey of your garden,
You are most welcome, Rasma. Thank you for coming along with me. Take care and have a lovely weekend.
I am by no means a gardner but it does sound like a very freeing and relaxing experience you describe here. Beautiful scenery depicts a good time from your past. Nice work as always Phyllis
Hello Phyllis , As always your talent and heart have shown naked to all the world , a prolific helper of all writers , I have never forgotten your talents and remember our chats well !
May you keep growing those roses forever .
Your friend Ed .
Hello Ed. I always love hearing from you. Thank you for such kind and thoughtful words. I hope all is well with you. Take care, dear friend.