A Mother’s Day Tribute 💗

Mom loved her pink roses, so this beauty from our garden is for her.

A Mother’s Day Tribute

With her tender care,
she creates perfection
Like a mama bird,
she provides protection
Under her wing
she carries warmth
A frown in her view,
she’ll easily transform
Her beauty shines,
flows like a river
Ah, but her love
will never wither
She embodies splendor
of many colors
bold for confidence,
pastel for aiding others
With a butterfly’s elegance,
she graces our presence
Her million-dollar smile
illuminates her essence
A sister, daughter,
friend, and lover
A doting spirit
like no other
An angel on earth,
A spirit divine
A lovely blessing 
One of a kind

Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms out there,
and to our Moms in Heaven, we miss you
and love you!
💕

And a Big shout-out to my daughter and son
who are absolutely the best

and make me feel so blessed. ❤️

Lauren Scott (c)

Peach Essence

feeling bashful, she
displays her stunning profile
nature’s loveliness

dazzling passersby
her peach essence entrances
they pause to admire

energy restored
she reclaims her place in life
after night’s spring rain

raindrops vacillate
layers hold their own secrets
delicate delight

petals of velvet
invite raindrops to bask in
their peach enchantment

Lauren Scott (c) 🧡🧡

A Very Special Rose

rose


Many flowers live in gardens
Their colors add light to our days
but one bud shines brighter than others
It’s special in so many ways

 This flower radiates strength
and our world is a better place
with all the love that is offered
in it’s very warm embrace

© LScott 2013
Photo: Google Images

This is dedicated to my
very special blogging friend,
Granbee,
also known as Rose.

She hasn’t blogged in a long time
and I miss her.
I know I’m not alone,
as she is missed by many.
She remains in our prayers
and we hope to be graced
by her presence again.

We love you, Rose ♥

In Loving Memory of Mom

When I think of Mom, I think pink
Cherry blossoms in the spring
I think elegance and grace
and I envision her beautiful face
Her smile would warm others for miles
When I think of Mom
I’m saddened to know
I can’t call her and hear her “hello”
but I can see her
clearly as the garden from my window
and each day she graces my memories
while my love for her grows

© LScott 2012

Mom ~ June 1921 – February 2012